Receiving The Punishment.
Her lips parted. Ready to protest. He couldn't just tell her to do all that. All for what, because she puke on his shirt, it was a mistake, moron. He balled her fist.
And punched him.
Imaginary.
Thankfully his back was against her. And didn't get to see the disgraceful act. She let her hands fell beside her. Staring down at her tore dress, the only dress she had.
Like he seems to read her thoughts, He spun around. Looking at her.
"Sambas would give you another cloth to wear.."
She quickly let down her hair to cover her face. With her head bow, she was probably feeling the pains of bending her neck for a while now.
"Why are you still standing there, like a zombie, don't you know what to do?"
"I—I—do." She stuttered.
"Get it too. Now!
