ZINA
The chains rattled at the sound of the woman's voice. The somebody that was thethered to the chains slowly raised her head, revealing a bloodied face.
Zina stood like a statue and simply stared at her lookalike.
At the woman who had created her and brought her to the world
A woman who had been confined in a dark, damp room meant for the dead for more than twenty three years.
From her peripheral vision, she watched as Rowan gestured to the ancient woman to leave them. And without ado, she did so after introducing mother and daughter in the crudest manner.
How did she expect her mother to look like after so many years of receiving such humiliation and maltreatment? How did she expect she would look after going through the world?
Zina certainly never attempted to imagine what she would look like. Even after seeing her mother in the projection, she dared not imagine for the fear of crushing disappointment.
