The uncontrollable pain, hidden in the deepest recesses of her soul, emerged once again before Amiel's eyes.
The cage!
Originally meant for large dogs, Amiel was curled up inside it!
The man known as her father, who had actually gone insane long ago, kept drawing blood from her body relentlessly!
'Why! Why!
Why do I lack the Talent!
You mudblood, why did you Awaken the Talent!'
After every instance of drinking or injecting Fresh Blood, the crazed man would erupt into a furious rage, lashing her violently with a whip while subjecting her mother to even more brutal abuse.
Eventually, her mother, whose arms and legs had been chopped off and was kept in a jar, died.
The stench of decay permeated the entire basement.
The man cursed everything.
Afterward, he brought in a swarm of insects to feast on her mother's corpse.
Amiel watched with her own eyes as her mother's flesh turned to bones.
She was terrified, frightened, and wanted to cry.
But she dared not.
