Bianca.

“M—mother,” I stammered as my angry mother marched towards me. “What are you doing?”

With a smirk plastered on her face, she answered, “What do you think, Bianca?”

My mother towered before me, glaring, gripping a heavy rod, and I whimpered at her feet.

“No!” I screamed as she started hitting me with the rod she was holding. “Please don’t kill me. Please!” I pleaded, holding her legs and staring up at her, trying to stir sympathy, but all I saw were angry eyes and furrowed brows staring down at me. “Mother, please don’t kill me. I promise to be obedient.”

She whacked me with the rod as if...