Rainie's POV
"What do you want me to do?"
My throat felt dry and sore, making speaking a struggle.
"Don't play dumb," he said, bending over to grab my arm and pull me to my feet.
He continued icily, "Consider your current status, do your job well, and let me see your practical actions in accepting reality, rather than discovering thoughts you shouldn't have."
My face alternated between blushing and paling, and even my fingers trembled.
Two men with this handsome face, one for whom I felt guilt even thinking about him because I deemed it a sacrilege, and the other for whom I wished I could strip the skin off.
Two different tortures simultaneously imposed upon me, making me unable to even feel the pain of my fingernails digging into my palms.
After a while, I smiled bitterly and said
