Miley raised her hand.
ZAP!
The whip peeled off the hard ground, the sand flew around aftereffect.
"This sand represents my skin, Elizabeth."
Her confidence crumbled down and now visibly scared of Miley. She was adamant to seek revenge and Elizabeth didn't have a backup to counter those attacks. Sensing the danger she was in, the cold sweat rolled down her forehead instantly.
"Why are you running?" Miley playfully took one step ahead.
"Stay away from me."
"Oh."
"Go away."
"Interesting."
"I will compensate you, let me go."
"This is not the direction I was going to."
"Please… should I kneel? Should I beg?" She sounded desperate.
"If you wish, why not. I want to see your pride be trampled by me. It's been a dream of mine ever since I was in that dungeon."
Elizabeth's fear grew bigger inside her heart. The anger of the head maid was valid and she was afraid of the reckoning.