Martha elongated her words playfully, toying with Rosemary's anticipation. It took a while before shebfinally said, "Doom."
Martha was from Doom.
"Since when?" Rosemary asked, locking her gaze onto Martha's eyes.
"Well, it's a long story. But right now, I'm not in the mood to chat. I'm more interested in carving up your pretty little face."
Martha revealed a maniacal grin, as she discussed with Serena on the video call, "Serena, what do you think about etching 'slut' on her left cheek and 'tramp' on her right? Let her wear her shame for everyone to see, eh?"
Serena, all too eager, quickly piped up with a suggestion, "Or maybe just 'Bitch' on one side and 'Whore' on the other."
"Brilliant!" Martha cackled, her voice sharp as the blade that hovered dangerously close to Rosemary's face.
"One last question," Rosemary said, her eyes fearless. "The fire years ago. did you plan it?"
