"Didn't you hear me? Or have you forgotten how to apologize? I've spoiled you too much, Yara!"
"Want your mom's meat pies so bad? How do they taste now?"
He shoved my head toward the floor, rubbing my face into the mess. I bit down hard, but he forced my head against the ground, smearing my lips and cheeks with the mess and tears.
His dissatisfaction festered. He yanked me upright, slapping me hard across the face.
A metallic taste filled my mouth as blood blurred my vision.
"Why don't you speak? Show me how tough you are! Come on, open your mouth!"
He picked up a somewhat intact meat pie, crushing it into my face.
"Is it tasty? Do you like it? Apologize to Cindy now!"
"Or I'll make sure your mother gets sent back to where she came from!"
Eason's neck veins bulged as he gasped for breath.
Cindy stood by, her hand covering her forehead, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing this, Eason turned to me, his voice cold and sharp. "Yara, do you not understand what I'm saying?"
My eyes grew colder, and I let the blood from my face trickle down.
When he noticed something was off, a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a frown and a squint.