Seeing the mutant lion beast leaping over her fallen figure, Beatrix knew her fate was doomed.
A part of her wanted to shut her eyes in annoyance.
The emotion filled was sheer frustration, resentment and helplessness.
Frustration was because her first time was taken away forcefully, resentment was because she was not strong enough nor had a conspiring brain to plot against Elandor and lastly, helplessness was because at this moment, her mind was too preoccupied with other things that she failed to climb even a simple tree properly!
But still even in spite of all this, she felt reluctant to kill the child in her womb. She knew there was something wrong with her brain.
Something screamed inside that perhaps she is a failure.
A failure as a lover, who broke her chastity with a vile man.
A failure as a daughter, who wanted to commit suicide without caring about her parents and all those relatives who might be sad after her death.