Cynthia Dion: 

I writhed and let out agonized screams, drowned by my own tears and sobs.

"Tell me, or I'll harm your sister," I began to weep, but when he threatened, I ceased. Mentioning her in this situation wasn't fair to her. It wasn't her fault. I couldn't allow it.

"This blood comes from my bite mark on the back," I hurriedly clarified, regaining composure. Just as he raised his hand to strike me once more, I cried out in fear, "I swear!"

Seeing that he ...