After that, Wendy turned on the bathtub and hummed a song. She bent down slightly and scooped up the water with her hand. She watched the water gradually rise until it was enough to drown her body.
As soon as she stepped into it, there was a constant smile on her face. As if she was thinking about something. After a while, Wendy picked up the towel on the shelf and began to dry her skin carefully.
At first, it was normal, but slowly, she increased her strength and started rubbing the same place back and forth about five or six times.
Her delicate skin couldn't stand her cruel and harsh torture at all. Soon, blood started oozing out and spread out. As if she couldn't feel the pain at all, the strength in her hand didn't change, and the smile on her face became brighter.
Then also she kept doing the same, her way was still harsh and indescribable.
She used a towel to rub her neck hard, and the red and swollen marks covered the pinched marks.