The taste of the food is better than anything I have ever tasted before. A Sister brings a plate full of chocolate croissants and puts it right in front of me, next to my cacao milk. The smart choice would be not to eat the food they give me but have a feeling this is going to be a long day and I will need the energy. Plus, it smells delicious and, it's chocolate and well, I still can't die.
"I am glad you like the food, my dear daughter."
Hearing him calling me daughter makes me lose my appetite in an instant. I put the half-eaten croissant down, hardly restraining myself to throw it in his face.
"What sick logic do you have to call children that you torture and use, your children?" I ask calmly.
"How dare you talk to The Father like this?" Mother screams, punching the table so hard t
