Vynessa.
“My night is already fun, and I'm exhausted right now. I just want to have a rest,” my hands clutch by my sides as I try to hide the fear in my voice.
Their eyes pierce through me as a smirk plays on their lips. They are here to destroy. That I can tell. Freya and Camila won’t let me off.
“You don’t get to decide for us, Vynessa. We do what we feel is right. And the right thing is that you will need more fun than the one you’ve already experienced. Drag her out,” Freya orders the men.
They storm right at me, about to tug my arms. My arm curves into an elbow, landing on the nose of the first man. I push him off as my feet dart, but stop midway when my hair gets tugs by Freya.
“Your sinking audacity to think you can flee from all of us,” she snaps my neck back. My eyes squeez
