“You’re not my sister,” Sora said, calmly.
“You couldn’t keep Father’s good opinion, and he had you thrown to some stupid commoners,” Lilith smirked.
“Don’t insult my parents!” Sora yelled.
Lilith grabbed Sora’s shirt and pulled her close.
“They’re probably going to throw you away, just like everybody did.”
“No they’re not!” Sora protested, struggling in Lilith’s grip.
“Didn’t Father sell you?” Lilith cackled.
“He’s not my dad!” Sora tried to wriggle free.
“Go check your birth certificates,” Lilith said. She threw Sora to the floor.

Sora stumbled around, feeling with her hands, trying to find her walking stick. Lilith stepped on her hand, cracking her fingers.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t have to take this abuse from you, slut!” Sora kicked out her foot and tripped Lilith.
“You’re going to pay for that, skank!” Lilith growled. She pushed Sora against the wall, pinning her down.
“Oh, my, Lilith,” Sora said, feeling Lilith’s arms. “Have we been at the eclairs again?”