Is it the money?”
Aisha had regained her voice and spat the words at Veronica in a hate filled verbal assault that had no discernible effect on her former friend. xxx With a sly look at Veronica she wondered why the loser was the one who got to see Veronica’s secrets. Her face managed a grimace as she tried to speak but only a little moan came from her lips. The reality of the here and now was the drug in the syringe in the hand of Veronica, ordered by Elisabeth, paid for by her husband. She felt the prick of the needle in her arm and realised that she was going to slide into unconsciousness without even being able to beg Elisabeth not to have her limbs cropped by the surgeon’s knife.
