In her dark study, Gwenneth watched the scene unfold to its conclusion. Every lewd act, every degrading word from her mother's mouth, every slap and brutal blow endured by the woman she once looked up to—all of it was seared into her retinas like a permanent brand.
She saw how her mother, Delilah the Star Witch, obediently and even passionately paraded herself like the cheapest whore. She saw her beg for more, praise her stepson's big dick, and even invite her to join.
The final scene, where her mother struck a shameful ahegao pose with a 'peace' sign on her cheek, pleading for help yet seemingly reveling in the humiliation, was the last straw.
Disgust and sadness swelled, reaching a boiling point and crystallizing into pure, undiluted hatred. The air grew thick, her blood burned, and her vision tinted crimson.
