The distressed girl continued kneeling on the floor and clutched her aching head. After months of not having eaten properly, her hunger was fully sated and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Was she meant to be happy? Angry? Scared of what she might once again become?
She just didn't know.
And her confuddled mind only worsened when she felt a coarse hand grab roughly onto her arm, and try to get her to her feet.
"Come on darling, time to stand up." A sickening voice sounded above her head. "You did well, my girl ~"
Hair obscured her face, hiding her expression and her chest rose fiercely with every breath. Not comprehending what she was thinking or how she was feeling, made Uta feel like he wanted to die - you know if that was even feasible for him...
His clenched fists only tightened and they began to shake with anger. But at this moment in time he couldn't do anything to liberate her. If he did it would ruin the plan that he had established in his mind and ultimately it would make things worse for Lena. He could only look on as his beloved Lena was in the hands of that bastard.
Lena raised her head to meet the eyes of her 'father', and he was surprised to see that her eyes had returned to their original colour. He could see the mixture of emotions that swirled in her eyes, the tears that she was holding back and...
He laughed out loud.
"Good. Good!" He continued to chuckle as he drew his daughter into a hug, before letting her go and examining her once again. "You see, isn't being an influential ghoul wonderful?"
"Just look around you," he gestured round the blood-smeared room, "this is what it means to be the greatest and you my dear are the greatest of them all."
"Come, let's go celebrate."
Celebrate what exactly? Confusion riddled Lena's mind further, as she exchanged glances with Uta, who looked as lost as she was.
He looked away from her. The guilt was almost crushing him.
When will this all end?