ERMA PRESCOTT. The orange glow of the cigarette tip sank into my arm and a agonizing scream escaped my lips as pain shot through me. “Stop, please,” I begged, writhing in discomfort. Sophia held me in place, her minions laughed behind her, mocking me for my weakness.“I am your queen, you bitch!” She rammed it deeper into my skin and this time I didn't feel pain, rather I felt upset. YOU ARE NOT QUEEN, I AM!A voice in my head popped in, and the next second, I reached out and grabbed Sophia’s arm, stopping her. I was shocked that I did, because Sophia was always strong. “Bitch!” She called, anger morphing her face but I was angrier- the voice was angrier. I did not know what came over me when I grabbed her neck. Gasps filled the air but I did not care. I rose to my feet, smirking when her angry face morphed into agony. It felt like I was not controlling myself. I pushed forward, shoving her into her SuVI grabbed her wrist, her bone creaking under my grip and she cried. “Aggg
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