Kealos.
"Get up and go to the kitchen, start washing the plates, clean the utensils, and make sure that the garden flowers are well trimmed," Martha yelled at Lyraea.
"But I am already tired; I can't do that kind of work; it is already 7. p.m."
Martha walked to her; she landed a tight slap on her cheeks. Lyraea held her cheeks tightly; she was trying not to show her pain. Lyraea was trying to recover from the pain, but only for Martha to kick her stomach, making her hold her abdomen in so much pain that she dropped to the ground and started coughing blood.
"Now get your dirty ass up and get ready, or else I'll do worse than this."
She tried to stand up as she slowly started walking towards the kitchen; it was clear from her actions that she was in so much pain, yet she endured as she
