Shifting again, she desperately tried to get comfortable. As the pull on her arms and the throb on her shoulders could attest to, it would be damn near impossible to do so in her situation. She had pissed off Baruch something fierce. And she didn’t think he’d ever let her forget it. As long as she was alive and in his possession, she was going to be paying for it. She’d survived many tortures, even once by Baruch, but she didn’t know if she possessed the strength to keep fighting. She was getting tired of being so strong, being so invulnerable. Surrender was looking sweeter by the minute. When he had stormed back into the room from the meeting with Satarah, it was quite clear that none of his fury had quieted. In fact, it seemed more extreme than it had been before. If that was possible. Kat had expected him to pick up where he had left off. She had even been ready for him and launched an attack before he could even touch her. She’d gotten in a few good blows to his legs and groin prior to him rendering her unconscious with a solid punch to her temple.
