High heels clicked loudly against the cracked concrete floor. I forced my swollen, heavy eyelids open, squinting through the dim yellow light of the single desk lamp.My mother, Eleanor, walked into the room.She wore her dark green fur coat, holding a scented handkerchief tightly against her nose as if the very air I breathed was disgusting to her. She looked around the dirty room with sneering eyes before her gaze finally landed on me, tied tight to the cold metal chair."Goodness, Richard," my mother said, her voice sharp and cold, lacking any trace of warmth. "It smells like a sewer in here. Must you keep her in such a filthy place?""She doesn't deserve better, Eleanor," my father growled from the corner, wiping down a long metal rod with a rag. "Besides, no one comes down to these old docks. It is the safest place to finish the transformation."Evelyn sat at the wooden table, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she applied a dark shade of lipstick, matching the color I usually
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