Jasper's eyes lock onto yours, his sweet smile was dripping with hidden malice and cruelty.

Jasper: what's wrong little sister? you don't like the meal?

Emrys's standing besides you, patting your head gently with also the fake kindness.

Emrys: do you need a little bit of salt? I swear I didn't make it that salty little sister

you didn't touch the meal, you were slightly shaking on the seat looking down at the food that is displayed on the dining table. your not eating, not after you found a pinky finger on it. human finger.