Andrew POV
I watched my childhood friend with pure hatred in my eyes.
I hated her so f*****g much.
She pretended to love me. She pretended to love my sister. She hurt my sister. She tried to kill her. She almost took her away from me.
Seeing her lying on the floor, chained, beaten, and bloody, made me so f*****g happy.
“Are you here to torture me again, Andrew?” she asked as she raised her head and looked at me.
Her cheeks were sunken. Her complexion was gray and dull. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her hair was greasy and stuck to her face.
I smirked. I liked seeing her like this. Tortured and hurt, just like she wanted my sister to be.
“Not today, unfortunately.” I said. “And it’s Beta Andrew to you.”
“Why are you here?” she asked, trying to sit up.
“Someone wants to talk to you
