VALORIA WILDEROSE
"P-p-plea-ase…" my voice cracks more than usual, heavy with desperation.
"What was that?" he taunts, laughter in his voice.
I swallow what little pride I had left.
"P-please, I'm s-sorr-ry."
Pride doesn't keep you alive.
"Where's all that spunk from last night gone? I was looking forward to this lasting longer." He sighs with sudden disappointment, amused with everything.
Fueling the resentment that sinks deep into my core with every mockery he offers me, I bite my tongue, refusing to say another word.
I've given him what he wants—the cowering and fear he so desires—so today's game should be over.
"As much as I enjoy shattering you, it will be in your best interest not to break so soon," he adds. "I still have so much more in store for you. Like your other present."
"O-Other p-present?" I look at him, confused.
He passes a knowing look paired with a sinister grin.
