"Hmph, do you think I'll let you do that?" Von sneered. He had long seen what Amalia was attempting to do and didn't hesitate to stomp on her face several more times, making sure that whatever power she was about to call would be forever sealed.
Amalia, whose mouth was now filled with blood, gritted her teeth. Her eyes were almost moist with tears, a very rare sight to behold, but thanks to the blood, it was hardly noticeable.
'I trained for weeks, I tried pushing myself to the maximum limit so that I can one day humiliate this bastard but…' More tears streamed down her face as the realization that she was still weak against this monster dawned on her. She ended up in the same pathetic state yet again? How long would this continue? How can he be so strong to trample on her pride not once but twice?
