She stood there, leaning on the table, blood dripping down her hand, breathing heavily, glaring at this man, this demon, claiming such horror. Against her will tears pooled in her eyes, but whether they were from fear or anger or pain she couldn't tell.
He smiled. Smiled and chuckled at her, at the litany of pain she'd laid in front of him. Her mouth dropped open, aghast. The sheer and utter gall of this man!
"Oh, Anala, you are just like your mother, I tell you. She'll be so happy!"
Anala screamed in frustration and pulled at her hair. "Well, if'n I am I'd be sure ye wouldnae know, for what ye're saying'd be impossible! Some day I will find me real parents, and they willnae have you in the pairing!" She gestured wildly with her arms and heard a resounding smash and tinkle as her plate
