“Well, get talking. I am waiting.” Martha growled as she tapped her left foot impatiently and kept her eyes on Elsa. She wanted to hurt her, but she knew it wasn’t worth it. Elsa would have no choice but to tell her the truth.

“I'm sorry, ok, Martha.” she started to cry, and I rolled my eyes. I had had enough of her pissing me about now.

As Elsa continued to cry, Martha's grip on her throat relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained fierce and intense. "Get on with it," she growled, her voice low and menacing. “I've had enough now, and you better explain yourself now before I end...