Kachunk~
I heard the door opening and immediately heard Camila greeting her daughter in a joyful and warm manner.
But in return her daughter, Bella only gave her lukewarm replies in a rather disinterested and cold tone, as if she'd much rather go straight to her room than talk to her mother, which only made me want to punish her even more by playing around with her chest in front of her mother, which should be enough to humiliate her.
I already thought of what I needed to do and only needed one necessary component that I was sure I could find in this very kitchen in a cold, dark, and musty place.
