Natalie froze. What the hell is wrong with her now?
Tiffany tilted her head, grinning at Natalie. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"Hehehe ... Pretty girl! But you're not prettier than me. I'm the prettiest!"
She giggled and crawled toward Natalie on all fours like some kind of animal.
Natalie wrinkled her nose in disgust and kicked her to the ground. She turned back to Olivia. "What's wrong with her?"
Olivia shook her head. "No idea. When I got here, her brother was smashing the walls like a maniac. And she ... she was just sitting there, blank, like a broken doll."
On the floor, Tiffany kept wriggling closer, her eyes locked on Natalie. Then suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
Her eyes bulged. She shrieked, "You bitch!"
She staggered to her feet and lunged.
Natalie dodged easily, stepping aside. Tiffany missed and faceplanted hard into the floor.
But instead of getting up, Tiffany started laughing again.
"Hahaha! I know you! You're Natalie! You bitch!"
Natalie's temper snapped. She was used to Tiffany's random malice, but hearing it again still made her blood boil.
She grabbed Tiffany by the collar and slapped her hard across the face.
A red handprint bloomed on Tiffany's cheek.
"You tried to drug me, huh?"
She slapped her again on the other side.
"You smashed my walls, huh?"
Another slap.
"You dare insult me?"
Yet another slap.
"You filthy trash with your foul mouth!"
Natalie's arm blurred as she smacked Tiffany over and over.
Olivia's jaw dropped. Natalie's hand moved so fast it was like watching a strobe light.
Within moments, Tiffany's head lolled. Her cheeks were swollen, and she fainted right there on the floor.
Natalie let go, pulled out a wet wipe, and cleaned her hands like she'd just touched garbage.
She glanced down at Tiffany. "There's blood on the back of her head. Must've hit it when she fell. That explains why she's acting brain-dead."
Olivia frowned. "When I came, it was just the two of them. She still managed to get hurt like this? Crazy."
Natalie smirked. "My door's wired with electricity. She probably got zapped, then fell."

Selling her body?
How would Braxton handle his brain-fried sister? Would their so-called "close bond" survive when food ran out? Or would they end up tearing each other apart?
Natalie, are you hurt? Where?
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