“Daisy,” Catherine silently stepped on the red carpet in her high heels, revealing her white ankles in my frightened sight.

“I changed my mind.”

Had the Luna decided not to punish me? However, what she said next proved that my thoughts were wrong.

“I want to put a brand on every corner of this girl’s body,” her voice became as gloomy as an abandoned bone in a black hole.

 

“I want to hear her scream in pain. This must be interesting.”

“No, please give me a break.” This was my last prayer, but the response I got was Luna’s cruel laughter. She wanted me dead.

 

“Strip her naked,” Catherine ordered.

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