First Act
Eight years, three months, five hours, fifteen dot thirty seconds.
Eight years, three months, five hours, sixteen dot twelve seconds of pure
, freaking
, cursing.
《 Oh, hey, Violet...! 》Calls the witch as if this is the only thing she's able to do.
Don't turn around, don't freaking turn towards her-
Her face...
Why treat me like a whore, if she's just lubricating her ring of fingers by the plump lips of her, by spinning her thick, long tongue through?
Why the fuck is me and not Shouuja who's bullied here everyday of their life, just 'cause of her "decision" about how to live her life?
