Zyran didn't feel any remorse at all for reminding the girl. He'd lived in torment thinking about that night, only to realize she didn't remember it at all. It was just him!
He could still clearly remember how she moaned, how she melted, how tiny her hands felt when he pinned them to the bedboard, and how slender and short her legs were when she wrapped them around him.
Every little bit of it- Zyran could still remember and yet she was oblivious? He wasn't going to be the only one living in that torment. He had wanted to protect her and not expose her to the world, but since things happened this way,
Whether it was her fault, his grandfather's fault, or anyone else's, Zyran was ready to give her a wake-up call. His family was ruthless, and he was the devil. She needed to see that as a daily reminder.
Her innocence wasn't going to save her for too long.
