Nearby, at a bakery outside the building, Amelia held a large bag of bread, her eyes focused on the beggar, whose facial expressions kept changing. "Eat."
"I... I can’t eat... hic!" The beggar bent over, leaning against the wall, trying to keep down the bread he had just eaten. The hiccups didn’t stop, and he didn’t realize that Amelia had already done something to him.
He kept laughing nonstop, "Ha ha ha, I say, I, hic!"
"I’m not listening to this now," Amelia said, placing another piece of bread into his mouth. "Eating is important. It’s not good to stay hungry."
The beggar felt like he was going to die, choking and hiccupping. "I... hic I’m sorry! Little... Little Miss, I..."
Amelia finally reached out and removed a needle from his body.
The beggar collapsed in the corner, drenche
