Balinar;
I stare boredly at the wimp crying pathetically at my feet.
His tears drop on my skin as he kisses and sucks on and worships my feet, and this causes irritation to gnaw at me.
He was holding up, you know?? For a whole day, he hadn't cried, and foolishly, I was starting to think that maybe… just maybe he had the potential to walk in Elien's path.
How could I be so foolish??
I spent years breaking Elien. Years making him. Years shaping him to be exactly what I needed him to be, and I thought some good-for-nothing dimwit could replace him!?
No one can! No one. Not this fool, and not a thousand more to come. There's only one I need. Only one that fits just right at my feet.
Elien. My Elien!!
My irritation morphs to anger as I reach for the sobbing omega shackled at my feet. My fingers sink into his hair, and I feel him stiffen.
