"Oh, Marsella… Mathilda will gnaw the life out of you."
Abel grinned malevolently, barely stopping himself from ending Marsella right this second. The Grimsbanne clan — the originals — didn't have the normal familial relationship. Although they didn't have anything against each other, killing each other wouldn't be an issue if they have any reason to.
So it was understandable Marsella — the real one — had done things that could ensnare her sibling intentionally or not. She was selfish, and so were the rest of the Originals.
"She might." Marsella snickered, returning Abel's smirk with an equal malevolence. "Though I fear she might not catch up with how lazy she is."
"We'll see, Marsella. We will see." Abel slowly released Marsella's neck, noticing the prints of his hand on her pale skin. Yet Marsella wasn't bothered with it.
"Let me out of here, Abel," she requested, attempting to move her body but to no avail. "Let me out of here."
