"What the heck are you two doing?" Khalifa asked, her sharp eyes looking down at them.
She was standing tall above the two of them, who had lost the strength in their legs, and were kneeling pitifully on the floor.
Embarrassingly, both of them even peed a little in terror.
Trina looked down, gripping her clothing in a mix of shame and anger.
Kara, on the other hand, gaped at her mother's head, which happened to bump right against her knee.
She shakily took her mother's head and when everything dawned on her, her eyes turned red and she whipped her head to glare at Khalifa.
"BITCH! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!!"
A sharp edge found her neck. "Noisy."
Kara sobbed, scared, but her eyes filled with blame did not leave. "I—I—"
"Do you think I killed your mother?" She asked, eyes sharp. The moment the teenager answered affirmatively, her head would be the next one rolling.
