Abigaille hesitated for a moment, her breath shallow and uneven, before stepping forward toward her son.
Her wide, teary eyes shimmered as she looked up at him, her hands still clutching her chest protectively. She stopped just in front of him, her voice trembling as she spoke, soft and uncertain.
"Kafi...J-Just what exactly are you going to do to me?" She asked, her gaze flickering with fear and curiosity. "How...How are you going to make me let out milk which I don't even know if I can?..." She bit her lip, her expression turning pitiful as she tilted her head, her voice dropping lower. "Are you...Are you going to slap my breasts around too? Like you did with Camila? Or—or abuse them like you did with Nina? I saw how rough you were, and I..."
She trailed off, swallowing hard as she looked at him with those big, pleading eyes, almost like a frightened child despite her determination.
