Lustre’s POV
As Alvin turned his back and walked away, leaving me bleeding and badly bruised, a new wave of hatred overwhelmed me.
I looked down at myself and I could barely recognize my skin. I was covered in so many injuries—mostly along my thighs and legs—and I knew that walking would be hell. And all because of what?
A rich brat with a fragile ego that enjoyed inflicting pain on people he perceived as weak and helpless.
I didn’t think I could hate him any harder after the gecko incident, but I did. I f*****g hated him with every fiber of my being, so much that I didn’t think it was possible to feel anything for him but hatred.
And as an empathic human, that was an all time high for me.
But why not? none of the inhumane treatments he subjected me to were warranted, none of th
