12-12-2018, 11:29 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She was never a fan of the bloodshed the Pitt ruled over. In all honesty, she had been surprised that her brother had made such a place, considering their upbringing. But, now that she thought about it, she supposed she could understand somewhat. He had wanted a place to call his own, a place where he was on top for a change. In that sense, she could relate. It felt nice to be important, to have a bigger role in the grand scheme of things.
But sometimes it was too much. This wasn't the first time they had brought a child, and unlike the last time, she could feel her stomach churn, knotting inside her. She wasn't cold-blooded, not unless she needed to be. But her limit was at children. Her own childhood had been less than favorable, and seeing them doing such vile things to them made her feel sick.
So she had no intentions of sticking around and seeing what they would do to her. She wanted to help, a small part of her crying out to get her out of there, but she knew she couldn't. She knew the consequences would be something she couldn't handle, so she didn't bother. She only hoped they would have some inch of mercy on her.
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But sometimes it was too much. This wasn't the first time they had brought a child, and unlike the last time, she could feel her stomach churn, knotting inside her. She wasn't cold-blooded, not unless she needed to be. But her limit was at children. Her own childhood had been less than favorable, and seeing them doing such vile things to them made her feel sick.
So she had no intentions of sticking around and seeing what they would do to her. She wanted to help, a small part of her crying out to get her out of there, but she knew she couldn't. She knew the consequences would be something she couldn't handle, so she didn't bother. She only hoped they would have some inch of mercy on her.
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