He needed to sit down and take a breather. He looked at the pink bed but felt nauseated. He couldn't begin to think of the vile things that took place on the bed. The entire room was nauseating and the dark magic in it kept trying to get into his head.
He still needed answers, so he grabbed her hand. "Call for your daughter," he ordered.
She quickly moved her hand and fell over his feet, pleading, "Please do not punish Faith, punish me instead," she kept crying her heart out.
"I am not going to punish her... I wouldn't do such a thing."
"Last time you asked me to call her out… and you slapped her," she pleaded.
