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Fleki’s POV

“Fucking come again, I dare you!” I roared as I watched him struggle for air under my tight grip.

Since I’d raised him above ground, his legs also flailed helplessly as he tried without any luck to release himself from the death grip I had him in. His eyes were blood shot and he could also release helpless and pathetic gasps from the disgusting lips that had dared to speak of Lustre like he’d stood a chance with her.

As I remembered how unnerved Lustre had looked when I arrived, I realized that he must’ve also put her in an uncomfortable situation and it only aggravated my wrath much more. In that moment, I’d seriously considered snapping his scrawny neck in between my fingers and killing him, and the idea appealed to me more than it should've.

“Lustre is mine” I breathed into his ears while I still held him up by his neck.

“I can imagine that you're a lot of things, but I didn't think you’d be dumb enough to go after what's mine” I could feel his resolve to fight back w