TIFFIN 3

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TW: There is a sense of violence so beware, readers 

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I picked up my bottle of Jager, cursing to myself. Fuck. Things were not going as planned. 

Staring at the average college girl bound to a broken pipe, I wanted to slap her again. She was so damn annoying.

Because of that damned stunt, she'd almost cost me my Kristina. After some research, I found that they were friends. Well, more like frenemies or whatever the hell it was called. The whore had been a bitch to my angel sometime ago, though of course, my girl was able to look past it.

Things had been smooth for a month- that's how long my plan had been going on. 

Then, I noticed an intrusion in my system. At first, I thought it had been Hero, but I knew that wouldn't have been the case. He was like his grandmother in some ways, though he wasn't the smartest.

Knowing him, he'd run into the fray as soon as he figured I was meddling with who he had considered his. 

He was an idiot.

But no. It was this daft bimbo.

As I stared at her disheveled state, I wanted to laugh.

 Kylie was her name. 

So innocent, though this girl was anything but. She was likely prom queen in school and had spread her legs for the star quarterback.

I remembered how shocked I'd been when she'd been able to hack into my computer and had set up a chat window that should have been impossible to forgo. When she began listing things she knew about me and threatened my well-being, I knew I needed to act fast.

I'd made some vile mistakes in the past, but I sure as hell wouldn't take the fall for it. It molded me into the man I was meant to be. Some people in this world just didn't understand how hard it was to do so and it was in my aim to teach this girl a thing or two.

I lowered the blindfold off her mouth, the entirety of it drenched in sweat. Damn, she stunk.

"Please!" She immediately screeched. "Let me go! I'm sorry! We'll leave you alone-!"

As if noticing she'd said the wrong thing, Kylie clamped her mouth shut. Oh no. She wasn't going to keep quiet just yet.

I kneeled down, looking at her drenched black hair.

"What do you mean we?"

She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face.

"N-nothing! It was a mistake. I meant to say I-"

"You're lying!" I screamed, spewing fluid on her face. "Who else is helping you? I swear, if you give me the names, I'll punish them before I do you in."

This was a lie, but she didn't need to know that.

She simply shook her head, infuriating me even more.

 I stood up again, finding the holes in the pipe, curious how high the knobs reached. As I fiddled around, the metal shifted, causing Kylie's restraints to lever her up on her toes.

She screamed bloody murder.

I tutted playfully.

"You'll submit, miss. Kylie. One way or another, you'll learn."

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Sorry for the depressing subplot everyone. I just wanted to find different POV'S. 

Also wanted to show how Kylie and Kristina's relationship has changed. 

Kylie would never out her or anyone she loves.