"My daughter! My beautiful daughter!.. Someone come!"
The mother shouted, rushing towards her daughter who slid across the room and slammed into the wall from a slap.
How fragile this human is, sigh, to cough blood from such a light touch.
"Guards! Guards! Take this dirty thing out!"
The woman was beautiful; it was as if she had been blessed by the gods themselves.
Truly, I am one that loves pretty things. The gold and red dress she wore was wrapped toga style, secured at each shoulder with a dazzling golden chain that was studded with beautiful red gems.
Her almond-shaped eyes were a beautiful gold stark against her white face seductively made up with bright red lipstick.
Sadly, with her screaming for the guards and help, she looked like a shrew.
Those present had various looks, most of caring, while others eyed her with undisguised disgust.