Mrs.Auld had been fine for a little while after that. Once a few days past by I believe Mr.Auld’s words sunk in. Her kindness had been replaced with hatred. Her good aura had been taken over by that of baseness. Her gentle face gave way to one of fierceness. She would have been unrecognizable had her outside morphed to match with her soul.
She became, just as all people do when exposed to power, an awful version of themselves. She believed she was above others unlike before when she treated slaves closer to equals than any other slaveholders have. The only good thing I could think of now that the Aulds did was give us plenty of food but they were rich and it may have seemed like only crumbs to them.
Mrs.Auld eventually became so horrible, she was even worse than her husband. But this cruelty may have been suspected to become of anyone under the dreadful influence of slavery. She proved that even the kindest of souls can become corrupt by the temptation of power. No human should have control over another human no matter how different they are.