Rosanne’s eyes didn’t open again and her breathing grew heavier and slower. Her body barely moved, the cold chills from before were replaced with no sensations, completely devoid of feeling. Whenever she tried to talk, all that would come out was a winded groan.
With her hearing slowly fading away, the last sounds Rosanne would hear came from the two voices at the top of the well.
“Make sure this image is burned into your memory,” a mature woman scowled. “Let your eldest sister be a reminder of what happens if you disobey mother.”
A younger voice answered, “Yes, Mother…”
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