“Apologize!” Trisha demanded.
“I won’t!” cried Wendy.
“If you don’t, I-I won’t let go!”
Although Trisha’s tone was no different from usual, and her mild stutter had even worsened a little, she did not loosen her grip. There was nothing better to describe her than doing the harshest thing with the softest tone.
Wendy felt her scalp go numb from the excessive pulling as she was attacked again and again by sharp pains, causing her anger to soar.
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