Revenge
986 Words
Vinorca Jona POV
"Where have you been?"
"Dante?" I mumbled, feeling a wave of pain as he pinned me against the wall.
"Oh! I'm glad you remember my name, but I asked you something. How about giving me an answer?" He spoke, his breath fanning over my face.
"I was... at the university," I stuttered, uncertain of what he wanted me to say.
"Is that so? Can I trust this?" He questioned me, his hand shifting from my shoulder to my neck, causing me to gasp in fear as he applied pressure.
"Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Vinorca, do you know what I hate most?"
How would I know what he hates most? Still, one thing I know is that he definitely hates me, from the bottom of his heart.
"Answer me, Vinorca!" He shouted, making me jump to my feet, my whole body shaking in fear.
"I don't," I immediately replied, without even seeing his face. Even in the dark room, I could tell he was angry, but why? "You made that call, right?" I continued.
"Let me tell you, I hate it most when you lie to me! You're right, I did make that call."
My eyes got wide, but what I am unable to understand is; Why is he so angry? I pressured myself to think about what I did to piss him off.
"Is that boy a reason for the rejection you threw in my face three years ago?" Dante growled, choking me.
"No! Please, he means nothing to me." I tried to calm his anger.
"Ahhhh!" A scream escaped my lips as his other hand entered inside my top, touching my bare stomach. "Please," I begged.
"Shhhhhh! I hate it when someone makes so much noise," he pinched my bare stomach, and I bit my lower lip, trying not to make a sound. Who even wanted him to get angrier than he already was? I don't.
"Tell me, is this where he touched you?" He asked, gripping my breast tightly.
"I swear, I have never been in that kind of relationship with him. Please believe me, Dante, I am not that kind of person." I desperately tried to justify what he thought was not true.
"Lewis won't be in your school tomorrow," Dante said, a sneer in his eyes.
I looked up at him in shock. "What did you say?"
How did he know Lewis's name? It's not good at all; I can't let Lewis be punished for something he didn't do.
"For the rest of your life, you will do only one thing, and that is to obey me." Dante's icy tone made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave.
I hung my head helplessly and stood silently in the room. I just wanted to be by myself for a while, if he allowed that to happen.
"Why do you hate me so much? I'm your sister," I asked, surprised at the sudden urge that made those words roll off my tongue.
"To be exact, stepsister, And I don't hate you. Even if I do, you're my revenge, little Bunny."
I flinched at his words.
"Come to my room later," Dante said, as he pulled his hand out of my top and left.
I slid down on the floor, trying my best to take a few deep breaths so my mind could process what just happened.
‘Why does it have to be me? Can't he see how much his words hurt me and how he's affecting me in the worst way possible?’ I muttered to myself, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I wanted to scream; I wanted to tell him he couldn't insult me like this, but I couldn't because I was living at his mercy and I had no courage to stand up against him.
‘As if you ever even tried,’ my inner voice mocked me. I just clenched my eyes, squeezing out every tear.
‘I tried.’
Dante surely gave me a whole pack of pain and anxiety that I don't even know how to deal with.
He's trying to break me so he can smash those broken pieces of mine without hesitation, and I can sense it; even without trying much, he's evoking pain in my life.
He doesn't have to do a lot; his presence is enough to shatter me.
The clock ticked past twelve when I finally built up the courage to walk to Dante’s room and knocked carefully on the door.
“Knock! Knock”
I hoped he wouldn't open the door, because I couldn't bear to go through anything else. There was no sound or movement from the other side, and I wanted to turn and leave.
With a moment of hesitation, I opened the door and entered, fully aware of the consequences if I did not listen. It's not like I could escape from him, right? I made my way softly into the pitch-black room.
"Are you sleeping?" I asked, my voice trembling.
“Did I ask you to come at midnight?”
I jumped with a shudder as the light switched suddenly, causing me to trip. With a cry, I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.
But a pair of arms surrounded me suddenly and pulled me back.
I could almost feel the dampness from Dante’s fresh shower and the fragrance of body wash.
I placed my hands on his chest to support myself; unknowingly, they were shaking. I just don't know why, but my heart started beating a lot faster than it normally does.
His minty breath rushed over the hair that was falling on my face, raising goosebumps on my arms.
"Missed me, Vinorca?" he asked raspily.
"No…I," I tried to form the words, but I couldn't, feeling lost as if I didn't know how to speak.
"Don't move your mouth like a fish without water; speak, baby.”
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