It's time for you to sack that useless bint in the Hospital Wing. She should consider herself lucky I'm not there to mete out proper punishment. Can't she see what's staring her right in the face? Justine's come for a visit: grey as these stone walls, shuffling like a hag, her breath rattling in her chest, and her fingers are as gnarled as a bowtruckle.
You dare to leave my sister to suffer like this? You, who aren't fit to grovel at her boots. You conspire with stupidity to dull her purity with dross but you Will. Not. Succeed.
Finish the fucking bint. Or I'll finish you.
You dare to leave my sister to suffer like this? You, who aren't fit to grovel at her boots. You conspire with stupidity to dull her purity with dross but you Will. Not. Succeed.
Finish the fucking bint. Or I'll finish you.
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