In Your Damn Dream, Bitch!

Somewhere else, Lunatte was in a dark room. Lunatte was still unconscious. Her cheeks and forehead were bruised from the fact that she had been beaten there.

“Tch! When will this woman wake up?! So spoiled!”

THUD!

That woman, more precisely, Mrs. Megan, kicked the leg of the chair so hard it fell the chair backward.

THUD!

Falling down together with Lunatte tied there.

“Wake up, you bitch!” she shouted angrily. She’s been waiting a very long time.

Not long after that, Lunatte finally woke up too. The woman immediately groaned, feeling pain almost all over her body, especially in the bruised part of her face.

Lunatte’s brain still needed time to process what was happening to her. Until finally Lunatte realized when she heard a female squeaky voice.

“This bitch! You’ve finally come to your senses!” Lunatte turned her head to see whose voice it was. But from her squeaky voice, Lunatte thought she knew whose voice it was. And her guess was right.

“Apparently you,” Lunatte said.

Mrs. Megan