I sat with my arms crossed, my gaze fixed on the filthy girl standing in front of me. She was disheveled, dirt smudged on her face, her clothes barely holding together. Just looking at her made my stomach churn. I couldn’t believe I had been assigned to guide her. Of all people. She wasn’t worth the time, let alone the effort, and the very idea of being responsible for her made my blood boil.

A growl escaped my lips as I pushed myself up from the chair, the legs scraping against the floor with a harsh screech. My eyes burned with barely contained fury as I stepped toward her, towering over her trembling figure.

“You listen here, you low scum,” *I spat, my voice sharp and venomous. Each word was deliberate, meant to cut through whatever fragile pride she might have clung to. My patience was nonexistent, and I had no intention of coddling her. *

Without hesitation, I grabbed her by the front of her shirt, my fingers digging into the fabric as I yanked her up with ease. Her feet barely touched the ground, her wide eyes staring at me in fear. The anger radiating off me felt tangible, a storm ready to unleash itself.

“You WILL listen to EVERY word I say,” I hissed through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word with venom. “No complaints. No questions. Understand?”

Before she could stammer out a response, I released my grip, letting her drop back onto her feet. She stumbled slightly but managed to regain her balance, her gaze dropping to the floor in submission.

Turning away, I took a deep breath to steady myself, though the irritation still lingered. “If you do as I say, there will be no problems,” I continued, my tone cold and clipped. But I didn’t let the sentence hang for long. My head snapped back toward her, and I fixed her with a piercing glare, my voice dropping dangerously low.

“But,” I growled, the threat clear in my tone, “if you misbehave…” I let the unspoken promise linger in the air, heavy and suffocating. “You will be punished. Do you understand me?”