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My heart shattered under an anvil of hostility

Cut was more worried about an object than his sons’ souls

Utter bastard Sick, twisted freak

And who taught him those qualities? His dear old mother

Bonnie--the female version of the devil

My hands balled "I’ve heard enough"

Bonnie had summoned me She’d scared and intimidated me but she was no match for my sheer hatred I wanted to throw her in a cauldron and watch her bones bleach white I wanted to behead her and witness her body twitch with death throes

That’ll come true before this is over

"Take me to her It’s time we had a little chat"

"About bloody time" Bonnie sniffed as Flaw beckoned me over the threshold

The second my sock-covered feet padded onto the pale pink carpet of Bonnie’s dooodbye and abandoned me behind the closed door

All alone

An opportunity or a disadvantage?

She couldn’t hurt h to subdue me anymore

Screw surprise and secrecy

If I have an opportunity, I’irl? Tardiness is a dirty sin and must be abolished" Bonnie tapped her cane like a cat flicked its tail

No matter how much time I spent in the Hall, I doubted I would ever explore all the rooms and levels it offered Bonnie’s quarters were yet another surprise Flaw had guided me up the stone staircase where Jasmine and Cut’s study rested, only to pace down a different corridor and up another set of stairs htening my shoulders, I looked downto say fori derail hosts over a graveyard "You insolent little--"