Omar's POV
I was satisfied to see her become weak and fragile instead of pretending to be so kind-hearted to me.
"What are you doing?" she asked me, face pale.
I smiled in satisfaction, "help you."
"I don't need your help. Let go of me!" She gazed at me suspiciously, squirming her body, struggling to get out of my grip.
I gripped her shoulder even harder.
She growled in pain, "shit...Omar, don't force me to beat you."
I smiled bigger. See? The angel showed her evil face.
I gripped her full force and slowly squeezed a spike from her shoulder. Clamping the spike with my thumb and index finger, I held it to her.
"You forgot to take this one out," I told her.
"Is there another spike in my shoulder?" She exclaimed, "why didn't you remind me when I was bandaging myself?"
"Why should I
