Loreia's smirk widened. She tightened her grip around Liora's hair. For days, she had been nothing but a victim, a toy for them.
But now, it had changed. It was her turn to be the master. She pulled Liora's head up by pulling her hair, forcing her to look at her.
Liora gritted her teeth and smirked as she mocked back. "Did you think… that you've won… just because of one lucky moment?"
Loreia laughed. Not just a small chuckle. It was a deep, twisted, uncontrollable laugh.
Her shoulders then shook with amusement. Her once-terrified eyes were now filled with vicious delight, savoring this moment.
She tilted her head back on Liora, her grip on Liora's hair tightening. "Won? Oh no, no, no, dear little sister… I haven't even started yet."
Without any hesitation, Loreia drove her knee into Liora's face, CRACK! Liora's blood was splattered across the sand.
But Loreia wasn't done yet. She let go of Liora's hair, only to grab her face instead.
