'Mirelle, you will accomplish great things for this family.'
'...You were born as a great sacrifice for our family. You will help Grandpa become stronger and live for longer. You should be happy about that.'
'What? You don't want to do it...?'
'Mirelle, you think you have a choice?'
'Be obedient and listen to your family, you ungrateful little wench! This is all for those that birthed you!'
'How dare you try to defy us?! We provide you with food, shelter, and life. And yet, this is how you treat us? See what happens when we don't give you any of that!'
Mirelle hesitated before walking out of the room.
Her mind flashed with all sorts of memories.
Voices whispered in her head as she looked towards the servant in front of her.
He stood tall. Taller than her, casting a large shadow over her little body.
She took a step back.
'Get back in! What are you doing?!'
For a moment, she almost heard his voice as he shouted.
Yes, yes...
