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
