Viona's POV
Her already pale face twisted in horror like she had just seen a ghost.
"Wh–what are you saying? Viona… what… what do you mean by that? Will you… will you save her if I say yes?"
Her trembling voice vibrated in my ears, and for a moment it made me feel like a powerful villain.
It was fulfilling.
My adrenaline surged. My pulse thumped harder in my chest. To hold power like this, and use it to toy with someone else's misfortune… was this how she felt back then, when she played with my life so easily?
"Will you?" I pressed.
Crushing someone weaker beneath your feet… it was satisfying.
And yet my nails dug deeper into my palm, as if I were deliberately suppressing the sting building in my chest.
Vivian immediately sat properly on her knees. Her hands clutched the fabric of her trousers tightly over her knees.
