By some stroke of luck, Meliora had managed to get a hit on Malum. From this moment of serendipity, both of them appeared to be shocked.
It was to be expected. In some quick, momentary lapse, Malum’s Omnipotence seemed to have failed her.
Once Malum caught sight of the fresh stab wound, her red eyes just about popped out of her head. It wasn’t a deep wound, but still painful.
For quite possibly the first time, Malum had nothing to say to this slight. She seemed to have been that quite caught off guard.
Shaking it off, she then tried to ignore her stab wound and attack Meliora once more.
Compared to the relatively harsh settings of the rooms before, Annette was surprised to see the walls of the current room awash in a soft pastel red.
Affixed to said walls were several pictures, each depicting a man and his child during many happy occasions. She couldn’t help but smile as she approached the man in the chair.
Dennis looked rather peaceful, as though he were only taking a nap. Annette could see a small smile on his face as she got closer.
Thankfully, he almost seemed to just wake up as he took a gentle hold of her wrist, rather than forcefully grab it.
“I trust you know how to help me out, Miss Annette,” he said in an almost amused-sounding voice.
Annette just nodded and gave a slight half-smile as she was taken to his first scene. Her smile disappeared when she realized where she’d been brought to.
Even though this version of the warehouse was a little different than Horse-Face’s, it still bore the telltale signs of where it was.
Annette could hear voices speaking and laughing maliciously. Along with those was the wailing of a little girl. This sound alone struck fear into her being.
The source of the voices wasn’t too far away, just nearby her behind a closed door. Annette pushed herself through to see what was going on.
Sitting in a rather fancy looking chair was a middle-aged Marigold Racket, throwing a taser up in the air and catching it. Next to her were a couple of presumed cronies, and someone Annette recognized as a younger Dennis.
In front of them all was a little girl suspended from the ceiling, frantically trying to break free of her restraints. Her pitiful crying was happening alongside her wildly kicking her legs around.
“I can’t believe you’re gonna do this, Ma!” The younger Dennis said to Marigold. “I mean, a little girl?! It’s barbaric!”
Marigold’s answer was to smack Dennis across the face before standing up and scolding him. “Shut it! You’re going to have to grow some balls if you ever want to run the family business someday! Now keep quiet and watch!”
The two cronies kept snickering and pointing at Dennis. Dennis himself just held his cheeks where Marigold had hit him, looking worriedly at the child.
Annette also took a glance at the girl, who was wearing an old-fashioned dress. It then dawned on her what Marigold was intending to do to the poor child. Dennis just plugged his ears and looked away, stating that he couldn’t watch.
“No…” Annette whispered right before the young girl shouted out, “I want my mommy!” Marigold wasn’t deterred as she stepped closer to the child. She then turned on her taser, and jammed it into the little girl’s neck.
The sounds that came from the child now were almost of a most unholy caliber. Marigold just took a sadistic pleasure in torturing the girl. Dennis just groaned and kept his face hidden, horrified at what his own mother was doing.
Annette was just plain disgusted at the horrific child cruelty happening in front of her. She was on the verge of throwing up when the next scene began.