Kalia stood up, quaking with anger.
"THAT IS IT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT TRY TO HELP YOU TWO, BUT IF YOU WON'T COOPERATE, I'M LEAVING YOU TWO IN HERE AND NEVER COMING BACK! NO ONE WILL FIND YOUR REMAINS, BECAUSE I'LL HAVE COME BACK IN HERE THREE YEARS LATER WHEN YOU'RE BOTH DEAD GROSS AND HAVE BURIED YOU! I AM GOING TO LEAVE, LOCK THAT DOOR, AND FORBID AND KIND OF SUPPLEMENT TO BE DELIVERED TO YOU, SO THAT YOU HAVE A LONG AND DRAWN OUT DEATH! NOW EITHER APOLOGIZE OR I WILL CARRY OUT MY WORD!" she yelled, her face turning red. She glared at the two, anger burning in her eyes, which had turned a deep black. "WELL?!" she yelled, waiting for an answer.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
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