It felt like a beast swirling within Amy. Like a possession of some sort. If anything ended up happening to Sammy, she would murder Lily.
Violent thoughts coursed through her mind, as she failed to hear the voices screaming around her.
The maids came to separate the fight, but Amy spun madly, pushing the maids off her, bent on pouring forth all her frustrations on Lily.
“You rotten piece of trash. Do you think I'm that same girl whose life you can choose to ruin at will? I will not accept this. Not from you— not from anyone. My…”
A pair of strong arms grabbed Amy's arms, and pulled her away from Lily. “Any day I see you, you're dead! You will regret ever coming across me. Every single thing you've done to me, you will regret it all. I will make sure of that! You will…”
“Amy!” Luthe
