"AHHHH!! Don't hit me, please." A girl said, sobbing was mixed into her voice.
A loud SMACK echoed through the air. The blow landed squarely on her arm, leaving a huge mark behind.
"We gave you allthe required resources, and yet you failed to pass the fifth circle?"
"You're the disgrace of our family, Synthia."
"Even the worst mage from our family had hit the 6th circle at most." A man shouted, hatred was buried inside his tone.
Synthia remained on the ground, skin covered with a bunch of hit marks. She kept sobbing, her head buried inside her knees.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… please don't hit me anymore." She said, voice low, but the pain was clearly audible in it.
Someone grabbed her hair from behind, shook her head, and smacked her cheeks.
"How could you try to talk in front of your father, you fool?" A woman said.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." She said, and kept sobbing.
"Thinking about a sad memory, girl?" The undead said.
