***TRIGGER WARNING***
***Lisa's POV***
The glowing orbs that had been hovering above us descended to the ground, revealing a group of small children dressed in white togas. Their faces were expressionless, and their eyes seemed empty. They looked malnourished, yet here they were carrying heavy stone jugs filled with wine.
My heart raced and my anger boiled as I fought back tears. Some of the creatures at the other tables would touch the children's hair and examine their thin bodies. This reminded me of my traumatic past experiences with my adoptive father grooming and abusing me. It took all of my willpower not to snap and kill everyone in the room.
I longed to bathe the room in their blood, to watch them choke on it and listen to their last gurgles of life. Hurting a child was unfor
