With her outburst, Zeth’s and Ravhel’s eyes widen, and by the looks of it they knew that Hermie finally lose her thinnest thread of sanity. She tried to stand using him as her support, but failed nonetheless due to her lack of strength.
“You should be dead!” She throws her bloody fist to him. “You belong to hell!”
Her voice is cracking and her eyes shows both fear and anguish as she pummels him with her forceless punches. The blood and tears on her face are mixing together.
The female servants who is currently standing just few feet away listens to the rants of her mistress with her head hanging low. Whereas, Zeth is doing the same.
Tainting the cloak of the young man, Hermie just continuously punched him. “Go to hell! Die! Die! Die!”
“Do you think I can forgive you?! Don’t tell me,
