CHAPTER 2
"Dear, did the plan work? Was that dirty girl finally mishandled?" aksed a lady who seemed to be in her late forties. Even with this age, she had taken good care of herself and one wouldn't be able to tell her age well enough. She seemed to be taling to a girl who seemed to be her replica of her with blonde hair reaching mid waist and a small face with big doe eyes and pouty lips. The girl who she was talking to had her gaze on a ring.
"Yes mother, the plan worked. Better than expected." She replied as she rubbed the diamond ring.
"You see mother, that slut was r*ped not by a sleazxy old man, but by THE Bulat Davis." She added turning to look at her mother.
The two were in her room, discussing Tina's downfall like it were child's play. On hearing the name, Mrs.Brown had her eyes open so wide, one could see her tear ducts.
