-Isabella-
Everything is broken and my room is destroyed. I grip the whip in my hand tighter and hit the back of the servant in front of me.
Whenever I feel angry, inflicting pain on others make me feel so much better so why is this not working.
Thwack
Thwack
Thwack
The sight of blood splashing eases my anger a little bit as I can not help the smile that is planted on my face.
Usually, the screams of the servant girl will be like a soothing lullaby but I do not feel any better. In fact, I feel my anger even rising the more like a suffocating smoke.
This makes me c***k the whip even harder on the small of her back. The louder her screams get, the more anger I feel.
Tch
To think that Clyde would find his fated pair in a desolate area like Peon, A village in the middle of nowhere f
