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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝. a yelp is heard throughout a small room - the room that can't be heard or seen from the eyes of others - but only a room with a small lamp and testing tools; consisting of needles, small butter knives ( yet sharp enough to cut through a skin of a cobra snake ) and other things that you would see in those insane asylum movies.
another scream is heard, and small cries are heard inside the room as well, a loud slash of a whip is sent echoing throughout the room.
"you 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒔 child." was spat out like venom, causing the small child, whom had been whipped several times, to whimper and shake in the pain coursing through his body.
a woman glared sickeningly at the child, she had nails long and pitched blood red, had hair, long silky and smooth hair with the color of dark brown ( the color that seemed so normal and so simple, yet made her looked almost as better than others ), a small cigarette placed in her lip, that plastered deep red lipstick all over the cancer stick, and eyes as dark as the night.
she was a millionaire, close to a billionaire, but didn't care for the money that she had. she could care less about her money, fame, or any other thing that others crave, but what she so called "cared" for the most, was the children whom were granted with mysterious magic.
she had adopted seven, four boys and two girls, and took care of them - well at least in her eyes she considered - and made sure they were fit enough to be ready for the things that were gonna go beyond any others way.
you would expect someone as rich and well-known as her, to have her kids spoiled with money, food, clothings, and many many more. you would expect the children to be loud and yet very "well-trained", happy and safe.
but in the children's mind... 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 wasn't the word they would ever use. the woman, whom goes by the name of Ariadne Zaveri - also known as much more, like 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 was an independent woman.
