With her new powerful ears, she could hear Mark moving around downstairs in the kitchen. She furrowed her brow thinking about how often he would call her weak or pathetic, now she was finally going to get her revenge and show him who is really the weakling of the family. Quietly opening the door to her room, she slowly crept down the stairs, her clawed feet tapping against the polished wood with each step. As she approached the door to the kitchen, she slowly opened it and peeked through the door. Mark was standing near the table and was...
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