my heart my sacrifice

Scylla didn't put up a fuss when her mother led her to the bed. The girl climbed atop the fur covered mattress and did as her mother suggested. She swished the water around in her mouth, then spit it in the bucket. The contents of the bucket were faintly luminescent as the motion of the water stilled within.

"My stomach hurts," she spoke with a frown, rolling into her side a bit so there was less pressure on her painful belly. Perhaps it would have been better if she was able to throw up, but Scylla had never thrown up and had no idea that it was even a possibility. "Mom, why is this happening?" Mismatched eyes lifted to search her mother's face. She was at the age where everything her parents told her was one hundred percent true and she waited eagerly for her mother to explain.

"Scylla Klein"