Arrow Lake behind closed doors

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The last thing she had expected was such blatant cruelty from a young kid, his words freezing her over and causing a complete lack of response as they sunk in deep like barbs. Her breathing grew shallow, each harsh sentence causing a wave of pain and horror to flatten her ears against her skull. When she managed to compose herself she cleared her throat and nodded "It is good to state your opinions, unfortunately Stigmata and Mahler disagree and that is all that matters to me" she spoke softly, her voice rough and icy as if she was struggling not to either snap at him or even worse, cry. She wasted no further time hanging around and picked up the prey, carrying it off toward the lake at a speed that caused her great pain. For the next few days his words would haunt her and disturb the pride and drive she had to carry herself as she usually did.