Sherilyn's lips trembled as she spoke. "If even you were forced to take a poison pill, then what about my dad and Michael? Are they in worse shape?"

Elon smirked, almost enjoying her distress. "Your dad's fine. He just got slapped around a bit. But Michael? Oh, he's in bad shape. Rumor has it he lost his manhood and was beaten half to death."

Sherilyn exploded in anger. "I don't care what it takes, Elon. You have to make things right for my dad and Michael. I want that Andrew bastard to come