Mental prison IV

The wavy blond hair on either side, obviously freshly manicured, the average height, that is, tall among women, the way she smiled after taking two steps absentmindedly into the room as if she had just noticed little Victor, the pair of dimples on either side of her smile, the greatest gift God could give a human being.

When someone with dimples smiles, everyone is so caught up in their smile that they forget to question, if it smile belongs to a monster or a human being.

The way the woman smiled when she saw the little Victor after she came in gives the atmosphere as if she had been so tired up to now that her tiredness just disappeared when she saw the little Victor.

I already want to rip this woman's head off.

When I turn my field of vision to little Victor, it makes me even more angry to see him breathing as if he has already calmed down.

"Victor, how are you feeling?"

"Ihm..."