Revenge

Vinorca Jona POV "Where have you been?" "Dante?" I mumbled, feeling a wave of pain as he pinned me against the wall. "Oh! I'm glad you remember my name, but I asked you something. How about giving me an answer?" He spoke, his breath fanning over my face. "I was... at the university," I stuttered, uncertain of what he wanted me to say. "Is that so? Can I trust this?" He questioned me, his hand shifting from my shoulder to my neck, causing me to gasp in fear as he applied pressure. "Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Vinorca, do you know what I hate most?" How would I know what he hates most? Still, one thing I know is that he definitely hates me, from the bottom of his heart. "Answer me, Vinorca!" He shouted, making me jump to my feet, my whole body shaking in fear. "I don't," I immediately replied, without even seeing his face. Even in the dark room, I could tell he was angry, but why? "You made that call, right?" I continued. "Let me tell you, I hate it most when you l