Devil's Habitation

Dorita washed the dishes like her life depended on it. It was 2 p.m. and they had just returned from school to meet an angry grandma. She didn't even allow them to rest before ordering them to do house chores.

According to her, it was to teach Leon and her some manners for being mischievous and up to no good. Dorita's fingers were aching due to washing her clothes and dishes. Back home she rarely did such things and her mother would use the washing machine to wash her clothes for her.

She hated it here. She wanted to go home and see her mother and father again. Today was a bit bearable compared to the first day they were dropped off in this hell hole.

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First Day at Grandma's House…

Immediately their father left, they turned to see that the smile on the old woman's face had been wiped off at some point in time. She now had a stern face and pursed her lips into a thin line. She was old but not in any way weak.