Milady just glared at that rude-ass remark. Instead of getting pissed off, her lips curled into this thin little smirk and she let out a soft chuckle.
"Fufufu... You've got some balls, little dog."
ZAP!
Pain slammed into Ray's head like a fucking truck. That same feeling—like his brain was getting stabbed by thousands of poisoned needles—came roaring back with zero mercy. Ray's eyes went wide in panic, squeezing shut as he grabbed his head. His chest burned with pure terror—he'd totally blanked that this short chick in front of him had full remote control over his pain.
The pain vanished a second later, leaving Ray panting like he'd just run a marathon.
"I'm a nice person, Ray," Milady said casually, swinging her legs that were dangling off the chair. "So I'm gonna let you apologize properly."
Ray wiped the cold sweat off his face. Cursing her out in his head would just make it explode again, so he swallowed every last bit of his massive ego.
