Fiona's POV.
The girl kneeling in front of my is tiny, covered in burns and blisters. This time she's not alone in the room; there's an older female in front of her, dressed in a purple gown with a strange silver marking on her bronze skin.
The girl shuffles away from the older female, clearly frightened at also scenting the pure malice and evil sifting off the femal. But theres only so far the little wounded girl can go and in no time the female catches her and pounces on her. She holds her down between her knees and places her rough palms on the frightened child's head and in a low voice that cause shivers to crawl up my spine she begins muttering strange words, the girl screams and begs and pleads as the woman's words increase in volume and while before I couldn't hear much, I could h
