Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 37
Mrs Swanson shifted in her seat, visibly shrinking under Anna’s detached scrutiny. The very same mother who used to berate her for coming home with good grades instead of perfect ones now sat there looking small and defeated, the fight long since bled out of her. That quiet, pleading look she gave was heartbreaking in a way, like she was trying to claw back some fragment of the daughter she once had....
But the blonde busty bombshell had killed that girl. She’d buried her under layers of silicone, fillers and slutty behavior...
Annie smirked, twirling the lollipop stick between her gleaming, razor-sharp claws as she angled her phone just right—capturing her mother’s dazed, vacant expression in the background. The contrast was fucking hilarious. Mrs. Swanson, once a towering force of judgment and disapproval, now sat there blinking slowly, her platinum-blond hair getting lighter, her thoughts seemingly getting dumber.
Perfect.
She snapped a few shots, making sure to catch the way her own pumped-up lips pursed around the candy in the foreground, then fired them off to Kitty with a caption dripping in mockery:
"Doctor Slut, do you think peroxide can eat the brain?"