"Mom, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again!" Carrie cried incessantly, her eyes full of pleading.
"No! Only with your death can the filth be thoroughly cleansed." Carrie's mother, holding the sharp boning knife, walked steadily towards Carrie.
Carrie cried until her throat was hoarse, and eventually, she couldn't make a sound anymore, only silently shedding tears.
Although her mother always said that they should not have been born, that they were impure, a violation of the rules, and even administered physical punishment, locking them in a dark room.
But she never imagined that her mother would actually want to kill her.
"Kill her! Kill her, and you can control your own destiny!" That deranged voice echoed in her ears again.
Carrie just cried, even though she knew her mother wanted to kill her, she still couldn't bring herself to act.
"You're just like your sister, so disgusting."