POV: Lysanna
He approached me with determined steps, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. His hand grasped my chin firmly, forcing me to look at him.
"Hate witch, I think the roles have never been clearer... From now on, you are mine, young lady..." he said with a sneer that made my blood boil.
I had to stay calm despite the rage rising within me. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"Get dressed, young lady. And return to your post, the day is going to be long," he replied in a neutral tone before turning on his heels and leaving the room.
"..."
"Argh!" Overwhelmed by anger, I threw projectiles in his direction. He dodged them easily, his back turned. With one last disdainful look, he slammed the door.
I sat on the bed with a sigh, exhausted by it all.
'Archdemon...'
'...'
'Astaroth!' I screamed in my head.
*Cough*
