The man who contributed half of my genes died right before my grandfather's deadline was up. It was a shame he did not last longer.
I must have inherited my strong body from my mother.
Millie didn't hold back either. Now I got to see first hand just how much the so called monster controlled her. I would be lying if I said that she didn't make me uncomfortable. I thought my versions of torture was bad, but that made me seem like a sweet kitten compared to what Millie came up with.
Once he died, Millie was disheartened. She pouted, "Seri... I didn't mean to kill him so quickly... I wanted to play some more."
