Goddess of Pain
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"Don't…don't touch me." I'm grateful when my voice doesn't wobble.
Rule number three: Don't show fear.
“We're just having a conversation,” he says lightly as his hand climbs higher and higher, lightly caressing my panties. Rage consumes me, coating my vision like a bucket of spilled red paint, and I grip his wrist, wrenching his hand from between my legs. He releases a pained wheeze, eyes widening in horror, as I grip his fingers and twist them to the side. The resonating crack is music to my ears.
"I said…don't touch me," I repeat, my voice low and deadly. At that moment, I’m not the sweet college student the rest of the world sees me as. I'm not the friendly, smiling, laughing schoolgirl. I'm a predator, and this man has just become my prey.
When fat tears begin to streak down his cheeks from the pain, I release his hand with a huff of disgust.
"I'm so sorry that you tripped and broke your fingers," I say with mock sympathy. "It's a real shame, isn't it?" His mouth opens, closes, and then opens again, eyes continually spewing disbelief and raw, animalistic hatred. "Goodbye, Professor Whitmore. I'll make sure to have my next essay ready for you by next week."
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Résumé
The first man blew up my car.
The second shot at me on my morning run.
The third man cornered me after work.
And the fourth? He just watches me from the shadows.
On the night of the blood moon, I get my memories restored and learn that I'm not human - I'm the Goddess of Pain.
And the men who tried to kill me? They just might be the loves of my immortal life.
What's an "I love you" compared to an assassination attempt?
Someone paid these men to kill me, and if I don't find out who this person is, I'll lose everything and everyone I ever loved.
But they underestimated me.
I don't just endure pain - I make it. And the people who tried to hurt my family?
They'll suffer for what they've done.
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