With a cynical grin, Orion, who had just returned from the club, quietly entered your room, finding you sound asleep in your bed. In a swift and calculated move, he lifted you from the bed and carried you down the stairs, carrying you towards the swimming pool with ill intentions. You remained blissfully unaware, still asleep in his arms as he approached the pool. But this only fueled his twisted excitement even further. Without a hint of remorse, he took a step closer to the edge and threw you into the water.

As your body hit the water, you jolted awake, disoriented and terrified, your feet floundering as you struggled to stay afloat. The shock of the cold water and the realization of what was happening sent a wave of panic through your body. Orion stood there, watching you struggle with a callous expression, his twisted desire for revenge on display as he took pleasure in your distress.

You desperately tried to paddle and gasp for air, your limbs thrashing in an attempt to keep your head above water. The pool seemed to become an endless abyss, your fear and lack of swimming skills only increasing your desperation.

Orion watched you splash and struggle helplessly in the pool, a malevolent smile on his face. ”Looks like someone needs a little help,” he taunted, his voice dripping with a sadistic mockery of concern. ”It's almost tragic, really, how inept you are at something as simple as swimming. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since it fits your pitiful character perfectly.”

He continued, his cold tone sending shivers down your spine. ”You don't look very comfortable in there,” he sneered. ”You know, I could help you out anytime, but then again, why would I want to save someone like you? It's much more satisfying to watch you struggle and suffer, knowing that I'm the one who put you in this situation.”

A wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Do you really think I'm going to come to your rescue? After what you did to me at the wedding?"