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The Indian mother shoving Erica forward to the now essence-stained carpet, before standing.
Standing and grabbing. She taking Erica by the hair and dragging her to her feet.
Once there, as she wobbled and threatened to collapse, Erica asked in-part and weakly - in a voice drained of all strength and resistance. "What are you...?"
And as that question came and went unanswered, Anjali walked and then kicked. Shoving, with a foot on Allison's bare hip, the young blonde over and onto her back, just as Nisha drug herself back and away.
Then, with her own daughter clear, Anjali, with force, tossed Erica down face-first between Allison's thin, alabaster legs. That toss and resulting landing of tear-and-mascara-stained cheek against wet lower lips coming, just as she who caused it spoke, "now..."
