"Well, well, well. Look who decided to come pay her dear aunt a visit."
Just staring at her right now is causing an extreme amount of rage to rise inside of me. Going after me wasn't enough, now she's going after a three year old. How can someone be so wicked?
"How does it feel to see me seated here, chained to this table like an ordinary criminal?" I have no time to listen to her mindless talks and I don't intend to listen to it either.
"I'll go straight to the point, aunt Evelyn. Where is my son?"
A boisterous laugh echoes throughout the room. Her head is slung backward, her eyes are shit close and her mouth is open wide with laughter.
Her entire body shivers as she laughs and laughs as though she has been affected by a laughing gas and can't control her own laughter.
"Hahaha, oh my goodness." Her laughter quickly begins to quell, "Last I remember, you're barren. Did you have a child before going barren?" She says and laughs even harder.
