Viviane had suffered countless cruelties at her mother's hands in this Labyrinth of Dream, but never this.
Isolde had tormented her, beaten her, mocked her, but she had never ordered her to kill. Until now.
This was the most painful memory of her, something she wanted to hide and forget forever. Her mother has turned it into a weapon to shatter her.
"Come here, Viviane. What are you waiting for?" Isolde's voice was flat, stripped of warmth, as she pressed the scalpel against the girl's chest.
"HELP ME! HELP ME, VIVIANE!"
Viviane's body folded in on itself. She dropped to the floor, hands clamped over her ears, eyes squeezed shut.
"No… this isn't real! This is just a dream! A trick to destroy me!"
Isolde's reply was calm, almost clinical, even as screams filled the room. "You must know demand has risen. Women's corpses fetch the highest price. Blood, fat, bone, even organs, everything can be sold. Nothing is wasted."
