Both women showed grit, holding their screams in the depths of their throats as veins popped along their necks and foreheads.
"A forgotten branch, and yet rather than trying to make yourselves useful, you've forgotten what it means to be grateful. Do you not benefit from what's been left behind here enough already? How pathetic can you be?"
Thin layers of their skin began to peel off as though they were bathed in a chemical path. It was exfoliation at its most painful, red and bruised skin beneath revealing itself as though they were being slowly boiled alive.
"However, the chance to provide the organization a potential Progenitor…"
These words were like a lifeline to the mother-daughter duo, but they were also smart enough to feel the amount of strings that would be attached.
