“Violet,” she says in a calm, placating tone. “Don’t be difficult.” Don’t be difficult, she says. I’m going to murder you painfully, she says. Fuck her. When it becomes apparent I’m not going to comply and hand myself over for slaughter, her face contorts hideously. Her lips pull over her teeth, and her fangs descend. “You’re being a bitch, Violet,” she hisses.
