Melani
January 17, 2198
Elias’ Spaceport
Planet of Bunetaz,
“You sure love making things rough for your victims, don’t you, Miss Melani?” Elias jeered as he props himself down on the chair.
Why is this guy doesn’t seem wavered or threatened at all by what I did. I literally threw a dagger inches away from his pretty face. Why am I in his room in the first place? No, where am I?
I glared at him, keeping a wary look of my surroundings. The room felt isolated, white pain sprayed on the walls. Dust fluttered on the surface of the furnitures, webs tangled up in the corner of the ceiling.
“How did you find me?” I asked, sitting back down on the chair.
His legs crossed, a smile pe
