Volkan's pov
She is way too weak.
Her movements are slow. By the time she will kick her opponent, he will already claw her and end her existence.
I sigh, looking down at her from my office.
She can't even walk properly after her first session. Stamina, non existing.
Her brown eyes look up at me, meeting my stare.
And I clench my fist.
Those eyes....I see them under me, when I claimed her that night. I saw them trusting me, yet what did I do? I rejected her. Tears in them hurt me as much as they hurt her, but I can't show.
She is a weakness and I can never make her my weakness.
I knew she was hiding under my desk that day. Her scent may be weak, but I can still easily identify it.
And I said those hurtful words deliberately.
"Then let her die."
This is what I said, to make her m
