"Mother, the Prince in the castle is hosting a ball. We need more money to buy decent clothes, and yes, a carriage."
"Don't worry, my darling daughter. As long as we chop up and sell the two people you tricked, we'll soon have enough money. That Fatty has a lot of meat on him."
"That's not enough. It would be great if that old hag in the forest would lend us the money. It's such a headache. Maybe we should think of other ways to get her money."
Fatty leaned against the door, his face ashen as he listened to the conversation outside.
Chopped up?! he thought. I've never heard of such things in fairy tales!
"Sh-she-she... It's bad enough she trafficks people, but she kills them before selling them?" The supermodel was also pressed against the door, stammering as he spoke.
