She tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne, she cut your hair.
Akito wasn't sure what she had been thinking. She didn't understand why Mother didn't want her to dress the way she was supposed to.
But she wanted to be a girl for once! And so she'd snuck into her Mother's room while the woman was away and began rummaging through the closet and the vanity, piling jewelry on herself, careful not to break anything, and playing with make-up.
This was an especially good time to try it, the six year old figured, since her hair had grown a bit. A haircut was needed, she knew. But right now, she just wanted to see what she would look like if she looked like a girl for once.
She hadn't expected the door to open and for her mother to enter. Upon seeing her, Ren shut the door behind her and locked it, and a horrible beating followed, along with her hair getting cut shorter than it had ever been before.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne; she cut your hair…
Afterward, she half dragged, half walked Akito to her room. Somehow, they ran into no servants. Reaching the room, Ren flung the bruised and even bloody child in. Akito stumbled and fell to the floor.
"I never want to see you try something like that again!"
The girl was silent as her mother locked the door from the inside before closing it, locking everyone out until one of the servants would think to get a key. Akito was in no condition to even stand at this point, after all, and would be unable to unlock the door herself. Oh yes, the child would be unconscious soon.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, that child will die.
"Yes, Mother," Akito whispered before everything went black.
…And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.