Chapter 163: A Confession?

Smack, smack, smack! Crisp slaps echoed through the room, one after another. Jada and her man, Terrance Cole, were slapping their own faces until blood slicked their lips and their faces were swollen beyond recognition. Neither of them dared to stop. Nash Johnston lounged in a chair, easy as you please, counting them off. "Forty-seven." "Forty-eight." "Forty-nine." He kept count with the same care he used when dealing with the wicked. Since he crossed over to this world, Jada and Terrance...