"Oh, for fuck's sake—" Karl swore under his breath, his frustration boiling over as he glared at the woman standing before him.

"She could've give you to that super-sized bitch, but no, Miranda just loves to torment me!" A smack on the metal was heard. Mother Miranda had once again proved that she despited Karl. She punished him at every turn for not being the obedient, perfect child that Alcina had always been. It wasn’t enough that he did her bidding—no, it never would be. "The fuck I'm supposed to even do with you?!" he growled, his voice dripping with irritation as he dropped down onto a nearby chair with a heavy thud.

Damn her. Damn Miranda. And damn this mess in front of him. It wasn’t enough that things never went according to plan. As if whole universe decided to work against him and make sure he had not even a day of break from this hell.