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A dread curled up my body when my mother threatened me and Hera made it worse, cackling behind me like a maniac.
"Since you won't give us the money now, you should at least lose something, right?" She laughed, while tightening her grip on my neck.
My face was pale now, with red fingers trying to pull her hands away but it was futile.
"Mom, how much do you think her face is worth? We should be able to sell her off for money, right?"
"Nah, I don't think so." My mom shook her head. "Can't you see how ugly she is? We will be lucky to find someone who looks her way."
"If that is the case..." Hera hummed happily. "Then we should destroy it."
My body quivered, eyes wide in horror as the knife was being waved in my face. A knife digging into my face seemed far-fetched, but Hera would do
