“You'll be punished,” Mother said, and before I couldn't ask what for, she said,

“Do you like that clothes?” Pointing at my dress.

“Pardon?”

“Do you like your dress, Laura?” she asked again, and I looked down to examine what I had on.

I was wearing brown trousers and a black top. And I liked what I wore, it made me look different.

“Of course” I nodded after looking at it.

“Then you better change it because it will get torn really soon” My eyes widened at her

“What?” I stuttered. My heart beat really fast as I torture different kinds of torture Mother wanted to give to me just...