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The Matriarch

'The Matriarch,' as her family called her, sat weary in her chair at one end of the dining table while her husband said grace.

Anna always sensed their true intent whenever they called her 'The Matriarch.' It wasn't hard to miss--they spoke the name with a joking tone and a smirk on their lips.

They should've treated her like their queen. Or, at least like a human. Instead, she was only their cook, their dishwasher, their maid.

But, this'll be one time she won't mind a big clean up.

Anna's adrenaline began pumping. She perked up as her husband and seven grown children spooned poisoned soup into their mouths.

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