Her Hatred
he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions."
"Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess)
"You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes.
He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."
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