Taking a deep breath, all her earlier adrenaline fizzled out. Wiona had killed the mood completely.
“One more word out of you and those brats in your belly are the first to go,” the woman snapped. “So shut up. And don’t bother asking me anything else. I’m not answering.”
The fake Annette grabbed her and yanked her into an empty room. “Sit down and stay put.”
Wiona held her stomach the whole time, shuffling along as the woman dragged her and finally plopped her onto the couch. She actually listened for once and just sat there, quiet.
Fake Annette lit up another stick of incense and glanced back at her. Why was she so calm? Something was off. She hadn’t screamed, hadn’t even shouted for help. No normal person would act like this.
Narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really not scared? Do you even know what kind of incense this is?”
Wiona answered, totally unfazed, “Cheap trash, if I had to guess.”
Fake Annette didn’t even know how to respond to that. “Heh, it’s the good stuff. The kind that’ll send you over the edge.”
“The Simpsons family really is disgusting,” Wiona muttered.
That did it for her. Fake Annette stalked over and grabbed her by the collar. “Shut your mouth. I’m gonna rip it right off!”
Wiona looked fake Annette dead in the eyes. “Alright.”

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