Calan withdrew his smelly exhaustion from atop his sister’s limp silence, and stood over her while securing his clothes. Being released, Velwyth violently fought to cover herself up. Catching a glimpse of him, smiling wickedly down at her, sent Velwyth’s skin into a crawl, making her brother’s eyes shine even more.
It was in that moment that Calan began to notice Velwyth’s tearing pout boiling as her eyes glared back with a fierce vengeance of their own. There was something frightful in them. An expression of defiance he did not see coming. Yet, her maliciousness quickly faded into submission under his unrelenting stare baring down on her. In her secret thoughts Velwyth began to plot his demise. But for now she was overwhelmed with shame, thinking of what he had just done, causing her to recoil deeper into her sheltered thoughts.
His sister hid her face and began weeping uncontrollably. Velwyth had always believed her home had been a refuge, but now even the dignity of her own mind had been defiled beyond repair. She thought her only salvation was pay back, but how? Half wrapped in the moistened gown, she gathered herself and huddled in the corner on the patio. He had crushed her spirit, and she knew for certain that no one would ever come to her aid...
