Vanished Ch 20
In a daze, I stared at Master Geoff with a broken spirit look, while I awkwardly massaged my wounded cheek with cuffed hands. I realized I’d sport finger-like bruises for at least a week. In my mind’s eye, I visualized the stark-white indentations his hand had imparted on my smooth skin. I anticipated that the would-be bruise was already taking on blue shadows that’d quickly metamorphose into an ugly purple, edging towards a frightful black, before it slowly ebbed to hues of yellow. With my...