************Excerpt from the Intro. ************
Elisa cursed under her breath, “Fucking whore!” She touched her lower lip which was bleeding a steady stream of heat. She checked her teeth with her tongue and found none were loose. She held back her tears, and let herself be imbued by pure rage. Elisa visualized every detail of how she would tear that bitch apart, starting with her hair and splitting her cunt with the buck knife in her tool box. That is if the police hadn’t found it, but she was sure they had. It had been a gift from her father, so she wouldn’t be defenseless on the streets of Chicago. A lot of good it had done her to keep her family safe.