MAHALIA
Ryder angrily hurled the rest of the food. The grilled meat scattered on the tiled floor.
“Vasilios! Vasilios! Vasilios! He’s a demon! Why do you even love that demon, Mahalia?” he roared, blue eyes blazing. “Do you want me to turn into a demon so that you’ll love me, too, huh?” He leaned closer to me, heaving, and face went red in anger. And before I could guess what he had in mind, he kneeled on the bed and began to tear my blouse. The buttons flew to the mattress and the floor. “I can be a demon, too. How did he f**k you, huh? I can f**k you better than he can, I’m sure of it!” He laughed that chilled my very bones.
“Don’t do this, Ryder!” I yelled and scuffled with him.
But he kept on u
