Koshmar, God of Retribution
I am pacing my office, the same line I have been walking for over an hour. Why did she look hurt when she mentioned Reiz? The look on her face kills me everytime I play it over in my head.
I look at the clock on the wall just as a knock comes, frowning I go open the door. I hate how the suit is so tight, I think pulling at my collar.
I smell her before I even open the door, all perfume and fake smiles. Her long hair is now up in a bun on top of her head, heavy eye makeup and skin tight dress. Her sickly sweet smile has my heckles up straight away.
“Koshmar, my how handsome you look” she says, reaching out to touch me, I grab her wrist and she smirks.
“Don’t f*****g touch me, and don’t get this twisted Reiz, I only agreed to this so you would keep out my
