Your paws pull back in disgust from the huge cockroach chittering from where your mom once sat. The initial fear is immediately replaced with heart wrenching despair when you realize that that is your mother.
Her chitinous wings twitch. Her long antennae flutter nervously in fear and confusion. You can tell she is still in there, the terror all to recognizable in her shimmering eyes.
If you could vomit you could. Oh what you would give to be able to do that. Your stomach churns agains. You're thankful that at least your dad will be spared the knowledge of what happened to her.
You hope she hasn't realized what she has become. Your mother has always been absolutely terrified of insects, cockroaches most of all. If dogs could cry you would. You can only whimper mournfully.
The thought of smashing her right then and there briefly crosses your mind. You couldn't possibly imagine the horror she'd feel if she knew what she'd been transformed to. Perhaps, mercifully, her mind is lost?
But no, the humanity in her insect eyes is there.
The hands who've tortured your family so horribly sweep in. You're too shocked to intervene, as the cockroach is picked up by an antenna. Her legs flutter helplessly.
She's lifted up then dropped into an container. Plastic and circular, about the size of a Petri dish.
It's places on the chair in front of you so that you can see inside from above. Inside the cockroach is motionless. The walls of the container are reflective like a mirror. She's staring at her own reflection. Your heart sinks even deeper.
Panic strikes the poor insect. It rotates left. Then right. More and more frantically, barely enough room to move forwards or back. No matter which which she faces she is staring at her own reflection.
The cruel laugh of your tormented fills your ears.
Please, when will this torture end?!
"You have a choice," the deep voice whispers, "you can end her life the same as your father or watch her suffer"