Accident Prone

In the warehouse at the outskirts of Las Vegas…

Irene looked at Liz who was curled up on the floor. She thought how Max must be desperate and helpless and she chuckled. Ah, she waited for this for a long time!

Irene wondered if Max is regretting how he treated her while she was in the Alpha Group.

She remembered the first day she appeared in front of him. It was at the party and Max was announced as the next CEO. The image of him gaping at her like he saw a ghost was still vivid in her mind. That same evening they had a private dinner where he ignored her. That was the first time she saw Liz. At first, Irene thought that Max was playing only to get even with her because she dumped his sorry ass all those years ago, but in time she realized that Max moved on. How did she lose her power over Max? Irene was not sure.

However, now the tables have turned. Liz was at Irene's mercy while Max was frantic. Irene was back in power and she loved every minute of it! The sweet feeling of revenge was intoxicating.

Irene tched as she stared at Liz mockingly. "Max must be losing his mind. Or maybe he does not care about you. What do you think? Which one is it?"

Liz didn't respond, and Irene walked to her. Irene eyed Liz and saw that Liz was awake.

"Speak!", Irene hissed. She was irritated that even with all that beating, Liz didn't say anything other than an occasional curse.

"Fuck you…", Liz spat without looking at Irene.

Irene's face contorted in anger and she kicked Liz in the stomach.

Liz coughed and gasped for air. She thought that by now her body would become numb, but the pain was still piercing, and she struggled to prevent tears from spilling. Liz is not suicidal, but at that moment she wished for death to come and end this suffering. Being in Irene's hands was the worst thing ever and Liz would accept to be shot five times in exchange for this, but there was no way out of the current predicament and Liz knew it.

Irene snorted. "Fine. We will try another strategy. Brent!"

Two seconds later, the man showed up at the door. "Yes, boss?"

"Sit on the bench and make her sit on your lap.", Irene said with a wicked smile on her face.

Brent blinked. He and his gang of local ruffians were hired to do rough jobs and this request was unexpected. "Boss?"

"You heard me."

Brent shrugged and went to fetch Liz. He was a big guy and had no problems lifting Liz up.

Liz whimpered when he grabbed her upper arm. It was bruised and it hurt like hell.

Liz wanted to retaliate, but after hours (which felt like days) of being smacked and kicked by Irene with breaks only for Irene to catch her breath, all Liz's energy left her. Liz was powerless like a ragdoll.

Irene leaned closer to Liz and she pulled a recording device from her pocket.

"Why don't you ask for mercy?", Irene asked Liz with a smile.

Liz looked at Irene blankly. "Fuck off…"

Irene rolled her eyes. "Your vocabulary of curses is small."

Liz smiled a little even though her busted lip was hurting. "Max taught me. If he knew that I would get to watch your ugly face for such a long time, I'm sure he would teach me more."

Irene's face contorted in anger. "Fine!" She wanted to slap Liz a few more times, but her palms were throbbing.

"Grab her breast!", Irene told Brent.

Brent's lips twitched. It's not that he never touched a woman, and more than once he was rough, but it was never with someone commanding him what to do.

After a second of hesitation, he cupped Liz's left breast.

Irene laughed seeing how Liz can't escape Brent's grasp and the disgust on Liz's face was apparent.

"Good, good… It seems you are enjoying it when a man fondles you. Is he better than Max?"

Irene was irritated that Liz refused to speak. "Say something! Ask him to stop! Or do you like it?"

Seeing that Liz is not talking, Irene stopped recording. She had a different idea.

Liz wiggled a bit while trying to get free, but it was in vain. Her body was weak, and the man was strong. The more she moved, the harder he squeezed her breast.

Liz was never so helpless, and she hated that Irene was using her in order to torture Max. The beatings, insults, taunting, and now groping... it all appeared like a nightmare and Liz wished to wake up from it. She wished for this to end.

When the senseless beating started, Liz made her peace that this will be her last night. Her only regrets would be that she didn't say goodbye to Isaac and that she is going to leave Max in such a cruel way.

Isaac wanted Liz to be happy and he hoped that one day she will gift him the joy of grandkids. 'Sorry, daddy…', Liz wept on the inside.

Max wished for a future with her and he promised that they will wake up together every morning, and he will be waking up with a memory of her. 'I'm sorry, love… I won't be by your side…', a silent tear rolled down her cheek.

Max and Isaac are two people she cherishes the most, yet this ordeal will get them to experience unimaginable pain. That is why she refused to talk. She will be gone one way or another, and if Isaac and Max hear broken Liz crying, their agony will increase.

Liz lost her mother and she knew the pain and the emptiness that a loved one leaves behind. She didn't want to put Max and Isaac through more than what is coming.

Irene snickered and pointed her phone at Liz and Brent. "Good. Hold it…"

Irene was about to snap a photo of Brent groping Liz's breast while holding her in his lap, when a hand slapped the phone away from Irene's grasp.

"What are you doing!?", Dr. Snow roared. He turned to Brent. "Let her go, this instant!"

Irene looked at Dr. Snow. "Why are you here?" They agreed that he will come in the morning, and he came four hours earlier than expected.

Dr. Snow was livid. He had a spec of doubt that Irene will not be kind to Liz, but when Max put things into perspective from where he saw Irene as a psycho, Dr. Snow couldn't stay in his hotel room and wait until morning. He needed to confirm that Liz was unharmed, as promised, and this… this was not what he expected to see. If he waited until the morning would Liz be missing pieces of her body? Would she be alive?

"You said that she will not be hurt. Is this NOT hurt? You even got one of your baboons to manhandle her!" He turned to Brent. "LET GO OF HER!"

Irene made a face and nodded at Brent who stood up and Liz fell on the floor with a thud.

Liz was tied up and unable to cushion her fall. She felt a piercing pain just above her right temple and everything was spinning as she struggled to stay conscious.

Liz looked at Dr. Snow in disbelief as her heart was enveloped with a chill. She remembered having lunch with him before passing out and she suspected that he was involved, but she still hoped that he didn't have anything to do with this. Or maybe that he was tricked.

Dr. Snow's presence confirmed that he was part of this plot to get Liz in this dirty and stinky place, to be beaten and humiliated.

Irene being this malicious was one thing, but Dr. Snow's involvement made Liz experience another type of pain.

Is this what he meant when he spoke about friendship and how he could be a good partner? Is this why he sent her flowers and said how Max is not worthy of her?

This was Dr. Christian Snow, the man she used to look up to because he was her idol, coworker, friend. Her heart was bleeding from the blistering betrayal as her mind closed off and she was enveloped in darkness.

"Why are you here?", Irene repeated her question to Dr. Snow.

"I am here to take Liz with me."

"That is not what we agreed. She stays here until morning.", Irene reminded him.

"Of course, this is not what we agreed. You said she will not be hurt. You are the first one to break the deal. If Liz was not harmed, I would wait for the morning quietly and this… I can't allow this to continue.", Dr. Snow said angrily, and he walked to Liz.

Dr. Snow looked at the unconscious Liz with a frown. She had bruises and cuts everywhere. He put his fingers on her neck and exhaled in relief when he felt a steady pulse. Considering all the injuries, it's probably better that she is unconscious instead of dealing with the pain. Dr. Snow gently scooped Liz in his arms as his heart tightened in grief.

"Out of my way!", Dr. Snow snapped at Irene who was blocking the door.

Irene looked at Dr. Snow condescendingly. "Do you really think you can leave this place?"

"Do you really think you can stop me?", Dr. Snow questioned back.

Irene's nostrils flared in anger. How dares he oppose her like that?

"Did you forget I have my men here? You won't take a step out of here unless I allow you to. Let that bitch down!", Irene raged.

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