Aiden
I was staring at my mother. This was the woman I thought at one time the world of. When I was younger, she cared about me and my brothers.
She was there for us, if we got hurt, she would nurse us better. She tucked us in at night and did everything mother would do for her pups.
But the woman in front of me isn’t that woman I remember. This woman sold out the life of her pup and for what? That’s the part I don’t understand.
“Carla….wasn’t my plaything.” My mother whispered.
I took a deep breath and got up from the chair I was sitting in and went over to the table where we had tools for torturing our prisoners into telling us the truth.
Normally I would just pick up a tool, but I’m hesitant. I know why, it’s because this is my mother. After a moment I decided on a scalpel. Mayb
