Training Ground...

Carlos' POV

Weak from being starved, I tried to sit up but my body refused to cooperate with me. It was as if the next minute I was going to pass out from hunger and dehydration.

But still, I didn't hold any grudge against Nora, in fact, I was itching to see her. If only she would make her visit at this moment I would be pleased.

My feelings towards her are... complicated. Even as she starved me in that dingy cell, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of admiration for her strength and conviction. Her determination to break me was supposed to get me angry, yet, I found myself drawn to her.

“Argh!" I grunted as hunger gnawed at my belly.

I couldn't help but wonder if Nora's resolve would ever waver. But her gaze always pierce through me like a cold, calculated knife. She naturally feels excited in my suffering and it seems to fuel her own sense of purpose.

The purpose of her revenge for all I did to her. She wasn't vying for revenge because of the rejection but because she beli