Hye Yang began to shake on the ground. "PL. . . EA. . .SEE!!" She begged, now shaking with all her might. "I barely have any flesh on my forehead like I do my cheek. The iron may mark into my skull. Please Mira. . ." With every word that left her mouth was a sob and an honest beg for mercy. Hye Yang was far more than terrified now. She felt like this could kill her. "Please Mira! I know I have been an awful person to you but please! Show me mercy!"
Mira's fist clenched, her jaw hardened even more. This woman tried to poison her and get rid of her baby just a few minutes ago, she did not deserve any mercy. "Take the branding iron and brand her forehead or I will do it myself."
