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✧˖°ౄ𖤓 Lily, Emma, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at the Grace field House orphanage, And under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom," all the kids have enjoys a comfortable life...
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this chapter includes the following :
➤ uncensored swearing/strong language ➤ angst ➤ violence ➤ detail of death/injury
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❝I'll be damned if I ever let that happen.❞
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-Barbara's POV-
"Momotaro-san, Momotaro-san." I sang as we jumped down the corridor, blood everywhere. "Would you please spare a Kibi Dango? What's a Kibi Dango?" I asked.
Cislo shrugged, "How the hell would I know?" He responded. "What's with that song anyway?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh, it's a song about slaying demons." I told him, skipping down the corridor.
I hit one upside the head harshly with my screw looking bat, killing it almost immediately before turning to the other three. "Hey, can I eat them later?"
Cislo nodded, "Go ahead. You're gonna do it even if I tell you not to."
I raised an eyebrow, "Cus think about it. It pisses me off that we're the only ones being eaten. Only us children raised as food." I said, "Seriously. Pisses. Me. Off."
"Yeah, it pisses me off too." Cislo said, "Really pisses me off."
Vincent sighed, "It also "pisses me off" too but can we use other terms?" He asked.
Cislo looked at the older male, "Like what? How else would we say it?"
"For example, 'It angers me', 'I take offense', 'It's enraging', 'Hear my righteous indignation!'." Vincent said.
I rolled my eyes.
What a fucking goodie two shoes.
"What?" Cislo said, "Hear my right- I don't understand." He said, sighing as we followed the other two down the corridor.
We walked into the room and I saw the boss standing there in the center.
"Righteous indignation means to be angered over mistreatment." He said, looking up at all the kids strapped up. He then looked at Vincent. "Security?"
"All destroyed, as you instructed." He replied.
Cislo looked up at all the unmoving kids, "This is terrible."
I grimaced. "It stinks, it's filthy." I said, holding my bat to the side of me.
"From the outside, it was a nice building. But inside it was an abhorrent mass production farm, eh?" Vincent said, looking at the children.
