ZENEVIEVA

Her jaw dropped and she stared at me confusingly.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked again.

"Tyson asked me to tell you that I tore my clothes because I don't like them. If not, my life will be hot."

I said and her hands flew to her mouth in a confused shock.

"Come…let's go inside." She whispered and dragged me inside.

Tyson wants to play a game right, I'm fully prepared for him.

At least now that my destiny isn't tied to him yet, I will never succumb to his will freely. The only thing that will make me give up is death.

I've faced worse scenarios...