The girl was infuriating. Her body writhed like a serpent, while from such an angelic-appearing maw came the short screams of a soul being tortured in the most heinous of ways. Such a small tap, resulting in such a monstrous reaction! The wriggling and shrieking was almost enough to have her drop her spawn like a scorpion.
A strange cloud hovered over her mind, allowing dank curtains to conceal from the Apothecary the festering guilt she would allow to take root later on. Terrible cried rang in her ears, and all she wanted was silence! Silence! "SILENCE!"
Those cold avian eyes mocked her, far to intelligent and hollow for their age. The righteous parental anger, somewhat inappropriately hysteric now, bubbled thickly again. Her free hand swooped in a sharp motion, this time aiming for a whack that would leave a deeper mark and a satisfying sting to her own palm. Perhaps that would shock the little bitch into silence! Emerald eyes glinted with a strange light.
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