"If you had seen my mother, you would've known that she was beautiful. Beautiful beyond imagination."
Caramela said with a nostalgic look in her eyes before it twisted into pure malice as she added,
"And that filthy bastard he...he took full advantage of that."
"Every night I could hear her. The screams. The sobs. The things he did to her...the things his friends did."
"I would press my hands over my ears and try to sleep, but the sounds always came through. Always."
Hearing this, Joy's face went pale. Her aura, usually so tightly controlled began to flare, pink sparks flickering in the air around her like embers.
Carmela continued, voice shaking.
"B-But he didn't stop at private torment. He made her parade naked in front of his family. Made her serve wine to his guests while they slapped her, pushed her, laughed. Broke her bones when they grew bored...And she healed."
