Bab 55: Summoned Again (3)

(LANA)

I had developed a peculiar routine. 

I enjoyed the feeling of being in danger. 

It all started the day that I was thrown into that room by this thug who threatened to make my life a living hell. Have I not already been through the pits of hell? 

Did he have any idea what I had to go through to get here? 

I have spent my entire life being miserable, therefore I was not afraid of the prospect of being threatened with the same shittiness I had already experienced. I didn't give a damn, so he could go ahead and do whatever he wanted to do. 

Yes! 

Bring it on! 

What a piece of work! 

I ignored the fact that he was glaring angrily at me while I gave him the evil eye and pretended as though he was wearing a putrid sack. 

What kind of rage have I not witnessed? 

Why should I be afraid of his rage? what exactly could he possibly do? 

What he thought didn't matter to me.