บท 82: Wounded

Inside this hidden basement, she kept all the bodies she shot, waiting for them to get discovered, but as the powerful person in the country, no one would find it out unless she dropped the secret. 

Tina stepped forward, gawking at her daughter, snorting, "Why, my daughter? You can't do it?" 

Louise couldn't back down from her stare. The moment she did, she knew it's going to be a ruckus. Tina added, "Do you want me to train you to kill people?" 

It sent shivers down her spine. Her mother was losing her screw, and in a few months or so, she'll lose it entirely. Louise knuckled her fists, tensing up, and hid it behind her back. She muttered, "Mom, it's not about doing it. Those protesters are badly beaten. Can we postpone killing them and lock them up?" 

The one thing Louise can use as a weapon were her suggestions. Tina never turned down the things she asked, or even a solution to her simple problems. No matter what, she tried not to let it broken.