Vinorca Jona POV"Where have you been?" "Dante?" I mumbled, feeling a wave of pain as he pinned me against the wall."Oh! I'm glad you remember my name, but I asked you something. How about giving me an answer?" He spoke, his breath fanning over my face."I was... at the university," I stuttered, uncertain of what he wanted me to say."Is that so? Can I trust this?" He questioned me, his hand shifting from my shoulder to my neck, causing me to gasp in fear as he applied pressure."Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady."Vinorca, do you know what I hate most?"How would I know what he hates most? Still, one thing I know is that he definitely hates me, from the bottom of his heart."Answer me, Vinorca!" He shouted, making me jump to my feet, my whole body shaking in fear."I don't," I immediately replied, without even seeing his face. Even in the dark room, I could tell he was angry, but why? "You made that call, right?" I continued."Let me tell you, I hate it most when you
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