Chapter 99

Upon reflection, her suspicion was dispelled, because she personally heard Amelia crying over the phone. Surely, that couldn't be fake, could it? But...why couldn't it be fake? When Dorothy got to this point, her face momentarily froze. Should she turn tail and run away now? Just as Dorothy was contemplating her options, the door in front of her clicked open. Amelia stood in front of her, clad in a thin silken nightgown, with eyes as swollen as peaches. Her body was covered in an array of marks. Dorothy sucked in a breath, amazed at the brutality...this looked more intense than her first time with Mr. Rowan... No, this wasn't the time to think about that. Dorothy quickly stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Why are you here? And your body..." Dorothy hastily draped a piece of clothing over Amelia, but Amelia dropped her head and cried, causing the clothing to slip off. It seemed that she didn't intend to hide anything in front of Dorothy. "Dorothy, am I... am I ruined my life?"