[WARNING: Gore.]
"Look down, you little worm. Who do you think you are to look straight into my eyes!" A woman wearing a white nightdress kicked the child that was lying on the floor.
"Ungrateful peasant! No wonder you lived such hard lives! You don't know how to please the superior above you!" Feeling that it still wasn't enough, the woman grabbed the pastry plate on her bedside and smashed it on the child's head. "I FEED YOU! I CLOTHE YOU! If not for me, you wouldn't get a taste of the fine delicacies that are only exclusive to us!"
There were maids inside the room. Despite the brutal act that was unfolding in front of them, none of them reacted. They were already used to it.
They might have felt sympathy at the beginning, but after seeing many children come and go, it was simply numbing.
