If the scene in front of her was not enough, then the presence that she felt on her back made Victoria almost faint and fall to the ground.
"Mumma?" she whimpered as her eyes continued to stare at the woman who was tied to their dining table chair with her head rolling to the side as if she had no control over it.
Just as she was about to look at her father, a shove came from behind and she was pushed into the apartment before the door was closed behind her.
"I believe that Mumma is very sick at the moment. Courtesy of your actions," a sigh A familiar voice came and Victoria's eyes bulged out before she turned to the source of the voice itself.
It was the woman.
She smiled as she sat on a ridiculously expensive chair that Victoria knew did not belong to their family. It was the only thing that was not dirty, or had stains but was miraculously new in appearance.
"What can I tell you about it now?" She swirled the chair. " Your mama is not exactly receptive to information given to her, hence her given situation. Can you believe it? I have 12 men with me yet she chose to fight her way out." She scoffed and then muttered the word under her breath, "how stupid."
"My mother is not stupid!" Victoria hissed before she even realise date because whatever, but her mother was not stupid.
"Ah yes," the woman smiled, "no, not at all. Because you are stupid."
She was?
She got up from the chair that she was sitting on and casually walked towards Victoria with the slyness of a cat.
"Did I not warn you to not cross me? What is that warning not enough? What is your punishment not enough, Victoria?"
At the sight of her parents slumped in a chair, brutally beaten and bleeding, Victoria could not control her tears. Especially when she realised how helpless she was in this situation.
"Please," she begged, falling to her knees as her body no longer was able to hold her up, "I am begging you. Take me and let them go!"
The woman scoffed, "Been there, done that and here is the result of that. You did not learn your lesson and now I have to take it a step further."
How was she a woman? How was this woman even alive? Why had god brought her on this earth? Such a cruel and ruthless woman was not worthy enough for life!
"Aww," The woman cooed, "look, The little young chick is angry."
Victoria glared at her, her chest heaving heavily as she barely controlled the anger that her body was not able to process with how weak it was.
"Go ahead and try to hurt me, Victoria. That is the thing you are least capable of."
Victoria continued to glare at the woman. She silently hoped that it would do something, anything at all but nothing happened. Instead, the woman threw her head back and laughed loudly.
"Aw little one," she cooed again, "why are you—"
"Vicky?"
"Mumma?" Victoria turned her eyes away from the woman and looked past her, where her mother had woken up and was trying to blink your eyes to get a better vision.
"Victoria!" She gasped. "Run!"
"Where?" The woman stood up, " and more importantly, how?"
Taking a few steps, the woman stopped right in the middle of the distance between Victoria and her mother. "because I am here and I don't plan on letting anyone go."