"B-But Camila..." My mother decided to try her best to convince Camila to change sides, even if it was a desperate attempt. "...Don't you even feel a little scared at what Kafi has planned for us?"
"L-Like did you not hear all the lewd things he wants us to do that involve food, which I'm sure we'll remember every time we put a piece of bacon or sausage in our mouth because of how much this very breakfast will be instilled in our mind?"
My mother held onto Camila's hands and looked at her with wide eyes like she were trying her best to make her understand just how preposterous of a situation she was agreeing to.
