Revenge. Someone would want it. Of course they would. This wouldn’t just blow over.
She prayed, pleaded, as she turned on the shower, hot enough to raise welts on her delicate back, dragged a razor across her skin, and subjected herself to countless hours of pain, that it’d be enough.
Enough for them to have mercy on her.
Enough to keep someone else from inflicting the same revenge that she had on herself.