Omega

Vinorca Jona POV "You wanted me here, so I came," I replied quickly, noticing how attractive he looked in the light. But behind his looks, he's just a manipulator who thrives on my pain without remorse. "I never asked you to come at this hour, Bunny. If you want something else from me, just say it. Don't be shy," he said, moving closer, making my whole body shake with his presence. "Please," I pleaded, closing my eyes, feeling chills from his minty breath. "What, please, bunny? If you don't want to sleep with me, then don't come to my room at this hour. It's risky being alone with a man like me. I have needs too," he said callously. A tear rolled down my cheek as I heard him. Why does he play these games? He invited me, yet now he acts as if I threw myself at him. I'd rather throw myself at a dead body than at him. The years of torture still haunt me, and I can never forget. “Ouch,” I hissed as my butt hit the cold floor, his arms releasing me abruptly. "Go!" he ordered sharply. I ran