Ember screamed as the hand landed hard on her. “You…led…us….poorly!” Bellowed Kitty, punctuating each strike on Ember’s exposed cheeks with the hardest slap she could. “We…had…him!” Tear began to flow down her face. “Skulker….Johnny…get…me…something…sharp….for….her….round…..b um….cheeks. I…..want….this….brat….bawling!” Ember obliged, sobbing and babbling hysterically. Kitty wasn’t interested. “She consider herself lucky, I let her keep her hair! And I am not using a ghost feather or vines.”
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