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Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

Wincing, I throw his office door open, causing it to slam loudly against the wall behind it. His head shoots up from whatever he was occupied with to the cause of the interruption. Me. A smirk curled its way onto his face, whilst standing up from his grand office chair.

"Hmm, I knew it was only a matter of time before you came. So, Tinia, what do you want?" He asked, in a condescending tone. He had now rounded his desk and was leaning against it in a relaxed manner.

Trying to control my voice from emitting a painful hiss, I replied.

"You didn't win, you just cheated. Just like everything you do. You cheated in getting me, by abducting me. Was that because you knew that you could never legitimately get me? So, you had to do it illegitimately. That's sad, you can't even get a girl without breaking the law." Tipping my head back and laughing, but it came out more like a pained laugh.

How the fuck did he manage to remain so calm? It hurts like a bitch. I thought, a painful expression fighting to take over my face. But, I managed to suppress it.

Cocking his eyebrow, he answers.

"Oh, little one you still have a lot to learn. Women throw themselves at me, I just don't want them, they are too easy. I knew that you were a challenge, therefore I decided to save you and I the hassle of you telling me to fuck off. And basically, throwing it back in my face if I asked you out on a date.

So, I decided to just take the simple way for once. And, Neonata I don't play fair. I never have. Get used to it. If you want to play games with me, be prepared to get played. Or, as the saying goes, don't give out what you aren't able to take back." He looked so relaxed, as if he was lecturing a child and as if he hasn't got a deep laceration in his thigh.

He must have some miracle-working painkillers or supplies. I thought, curiously.

"Have you ever played a fair game, Mr Morelli? Have you ever heard of a peculiar thing called a rulebook? Games have rules, you just chose to corrupt them." I sassed, trying to rest all of my weight onto my uninjured leg, to try and ease the pain.

"I make my own rules, little one. As for corrupting them, I receive great pleasure from corrupting everything that crosses my path. It brings me an immense amount of satisfaction, being able to watch everyone suffer and be destroyed by themselves. Their conscience eating away at them. You see I don't feel any guilt for what sins that I have committed, because I don't have a conscience." He stated, a grin haunting his face.

He was leaning against his desk, one foot crossed over the other. He looked so relaxed.

I am sick of his fucking constant cockiness, thinking that he is always right. I thought, restraining myself from launching myself at him and carving that fucking grin off of his face.

"Oh, you have a conscience, Mr Morelli, you just have a way of blocking it out. Blocking all of the guilt out, because you can't handle it. But, one day all of that guilt will catch up to you, as if the flood gates will be opened and, in- turn it will ruin you.

It will eat you alive, until you can't take it anymore, so you have to put yourself out of your pitiful misery. And I will be there to watch you turn into a pathetic emotional wreck and I will smile. Because that will bring me an immense amount of happiness and satisfaction." I seethed, limping closer to him.

His posture changed, dramatically. But, his expression didn't waver from his grin if anything it only got wider. It was as if he was watching some kind of comedy show, waiting for the peak of it. My reaction. He was testing me. On what exactly I am not sure, but I had an idea.