Leia sat on the cold floor of the attic, caressing a bat stick in her hand with her gaze focused on the outside world. Were things going to continue this way? locked in the attic, brought out every day to receive bashes of whipping. A deep sigh escaped her lips, and she glanced at the bat in her hand.
The door to the attic slammed open, startling her out of her unfocused state. She turned her head and saw her father walking towards her with a broad smile on his face. Her eyes narrowed viciously, and she vigilantly stared at him.
Mr. Adolpho heartily chuckled when he got close to her. He squatted down to her level and reached out his hand to gently caress her hair with a warm smile on his lips. "Guess what, honey?" He continued caressing her hair while waiting for her reply.
