SONJA'S POV
"Shut up, you slut!"
In the end, I couldn't control my anger and slapped Faye fiercely.
The slap was powerful, causing my hand to go numb, and her head was pushed to the side. A red handprint quickly appeared on half of her face.
But as Faye turned back to face me, her eyes still glared at me with anger and spite.
I detested this expression of hers, the perpetual absence of begging and fear in her eyes. It made me extremely uncomfortable.
If only she could be tortured to the point of collapse, kneeling before me in misery and begging for my forgiveness like a dog, then maybe I wouldn't be so angry and annoyed.
Why? Why was that all? Even after I exchanged our blood, why did she still dare to look at me as if she were the lofty Alpha Princess of the past?
I abhorred her arrogance!
"Stop it." When I realized that torturing her in this body couldn't break her, a brilliant plan emerged in my mind.