She swirled her spoon around in the bowl of oats. She had no idea why, but she wanted to try and eat these. Agatha had tried to make them look pretty and taste wonderful but no matter what she did, eventually everything became bland to her.
She was having constant flashbacks about the horrifying sight of the pool of blood that the tongue was lying in and it made it difficult for her to eat. So she chose not to. She played around with until Agatha took it away.
'I am scared of him,' She sighed. 'Hitting her as he did to me would have made more sense. He would be a man who felt to show his masculinity in physical terms but no, he flat out cut her tongue and was down with it.' She sighed.
"Agatha, I'll be will going out today." She told the maid as soon as she appeared.
"Any specific place in your mind?" She the maid asked casually. "I could look a few sights up for you. You know, recommendations." She shrugged.
