Bertha laughed. Her smile was as bright as the sun, but the kidnapper could feel a vaguely threatening breath on her body. He continued to bow his head and ask her for forgiveness. He even slapped himself in the face.

"I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Last chance."

Bertha narrowed her eyes, looking a bit unhappy.

"My right hand and both legs kicked her." The kidnapper trembled as he answered.

Bertha stood up, finding a thorny stick from the corner of the ...