IVAN'S POV
"You're quite the spoiled little brat, aren't you?" she sneered, her tone dripping venom, every word poisoned with cruelty undeserving of any child. "I only came in here to clear away your food tray, but now I have to clean the entire room and do your laundry, all because you're such a messy little slob. Are you fucking stupid? You don't even deserve the clothes on your back or the food you're given—you waste it, just like you waste everyone's time. All you do is scream and cry, throwing tantrums like the world owes you something. Nobody likes a selfish, disgusting little pest. You're nothing but a burden, and the sooner you learn that, the better.
