C31 Zane: Her Cries

I watch as Dante grabs her neck. Then, pulling her back in, he slams her into the chair. I jump up immediately.

“Dante!” He can’t do this.

“Fuck you!” she screams, spitting into his face.

“Oh, you will wish I am soon, trust me.” He turns to look at us. “Get out.”

Hell, I want to refuse, but that will start another argument. I look from him to her.

“I said she wouldn’t die, and she won’t, out