"You like it?" César asked back, his voice still a calm one as he stared into her eyes while he wiped her tears on her face… but it started to look like he was hitting on her more than anything else, though Clara liked it.
She liked the idea of causing pain to those who had hurt her, of making them feel everything she had felt, of making them suffer as much as possible. It made something inside her shiver with excitement, because to her, it felt like she had just made a deal with the devil standing in front of her.
The devil that looks human, acts human, and has a name and yet, there was something about him that felt… angelic?
