(Author's POV)
"Jeffery Yates wants to adopt this bitch. Do you know what that means?" Palmer Hill asked Lance, while she held Myra's delicate chin roughly, her nails dug into her cheeks.
Myra was a sobbing mess. Her eyes were veiny and red. She was scared, truly scared. Palmer Hill was behaving like a mad person. There was something in her eyes, she was bloodthirsty.
Palmer then smirked viciously as she said, while looking Myra's horrific state, "Don't worry, Lance. Do you think I kidnapped her without a plan? I have a solid one in my kitty. We can cute her tongue and feed it to dogs. Once she becomes mute and unworthy, neither will she be able to tell anyone nor Jeffery will want to adopt her."
Myra couldn't believe what she was hearing. How evil and venomous Palmer Hill was towards her, a mere five year old child.
