Rachel's POV

"Just how mentally and physically strong can a lady be?" I complained for the tenth time as I opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from it.

It's been two hours. Two fucking hours of beating the shit of whatshername but yet she refused to say nothing. 

How could a person be so loyal to another? 

The only good part of all this was that I get to beat the bitch who was strapped in a chair, and I would have enjoyed it also if it wasn't for the fact that we were running out of time. 

"So, how's your plan going?" Hannah said from behind me...