Stephanie's POV

She took a chair and sat in front of me.

"Why do you want my life? At least tell me the reason and if you have a good reason I might give it to you," I said boldly.

I didn't even know where my boldness was coming from.

“I do not beg for anything. I take it when I want to," she shouted and grabbed my hair.

She pulled it so hard that I thought they were going to pull out of my skull. I tried not to cry out from the pain. She stopped pulling and slapped me so hard and the rings on her fingers tore...