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ELEANOR

I wrap my shaking arms around my body, shivering from the cold.

Daryl, the rogue guy who had purposefully dumped freezing cold water over my head, decided that it was too hot for me to handle a room without a single window in it, thus turning up the AC, to a point where even a bead of sweat would turn into rock-hard ice before hitting the floor.

'You should thank me, slut.' He had said with a cocky smirk in his stupid-ass face.

I rolled my eyes inwardly and fought the raging urge to punch him and that stupid grin off his face. I hid my scoff and looked down on the floor, trembling with rage.

Thanks my ass.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction from me complaining about the cold, so I decided to just zip my mouth shut if I wanted him to leave me alone.

I bit back every ounce of anger and frustration as I waited for him to exit the room. After what seemed like one hell of an eternity with him staring down at me and calling me names, something that only weak, fucked up assh