I didn't know how to do it perfectly, as there were no words I could find to describe the woman in front of me.
She was that perfect. So much so that I started to think she was a celebrity.
As she leaned her torso to reach me, her long black hair fell from one side. The other still tugged behind her ear.
I swallowed again. Though her features were impeccable, I felt different because of the cold look in her eyes.
The pain that I was feeling in my body felt of no inconvenience before that pair of eyes. Suddenly, the saying that one could look into their soul started to feel real.
While my eyes started to water up, she just looked down at me as if she wanted to see what kind of fool was spreading the filth in her sacred casino.
Her lips parted, and her grip tightened, turning my face slightly toward her.
"Are you an omega?"
I would be thrashing out if someone were to grab my hair this tightly. But now, I didn't.
I cried, sure, but no voice came out. As if even the words were scared of her.
Receiving no answer, she pulled my hair with more force. She was definitely planning to pull out my hair for sure.
I wept as the pain shot through my scalp. I grabbed her wrist, but her other hand, resting on her hip, moved.
It struck my face as she swung casually. Pain burned across my cheek.
"Use your words."
It didn't feel casual at all. But it did restart my brain.
I was not an omega. I was an alpha. Just not a proper one. Maybe a half alpha—if that was a thing. But I was definitely not an omega.
I thought for a moment, why she was asking me that, but my burned cheek reminded me to answer her.
"N—no, I am not."
My voice, which had refused to come out earlier, surfaced on its own. Like I was already under her thumb. No—maybe it was just survival.
She narrowed her eyes, her brows drawing together slightly.
Someone could lose themselves in a face like hers. Maybe I would have too—if she weren't holding me by the hair, if her last movement hadn't ended in a slap across my face.
I shut my eyes quickly before receiving another slap.
"Then it would be good to get rid of the pest."
Though she muttered those words softly, they rang loudly in my ears.
Get rid of? If it was what I thought it meant, then I really preferred to be slapped, but instead of that, she let go of my hair.
My face turned pale instantly, and I jerked my head up towards the woman.
"No, please!"
She only stared at me with the cold eyes. But that wasn't going to stop me, and I outright started to beg. This wasn't my first time begging.
"It is my first time here, I mean..."
There were many things I hadn't done in my life. No, if I look back, there was hardly anything I did for myself, simply because I didn't have the luxury to do that.
So I wanted to live.
"I will never come here again, I swear I won't. I swear I will never look at this way, please...just spare me this once!"
My life had always been shit, and I was still waiting—stupidly, thinking that some day it would turn around for the better. But for that, I needed to be alive.
"Please."
I fall on the ground. My face was just a little distance away from her shining shoes.
I would have grabbed her foot—even licked her shoes—but I knew that it would only agitate her. Her shoes were cleaner than me.
"I will never come back here, really!"
The woman didn't say anything throughout my begging, only calmly staring at me as I was scampering at her feet with my eyes flowing with tears and nose running with snot.
Ah, I must be a sight for her eyes. People like when I beg at their feet. Whether it was school teachers or parents of the students. Even when I messed up in my previous part-time job, all of them would be satisfied after I begged them.
The same would apply to her.
The woman then squatted down, and with her long fingers, she held my chin before yanking my face up, and suddenly I was in front of that beauty. But—
It was so close.
With how heavily I was breathing, I was sure that she would have felt my breath on her face. But I didn't get the chance to know that. As soon as I looked at her, I stopped breathing.
Not only that, but my heart also skipped a beat before the blood rushed into my face, turning it bright red.
I was nervous, I was shocked, I was afraid. Was I really going to die here? Tears were still falling from my eyes, but there was no sobbing now. I looked at her with my eyes wide open, occasionally letting out a silent hiccup.
It was still appalling. How could that beautiful face also be terrifying at the same time?
Suddenly, a strange thing happened.
The corner of the woman's lips slightly rose up as her thumb from my chin slowly traveled up to my lips and pressed on them. Her fingers were as cold as her face.
"Tell me, what do you think I would do with you?"
With another hiccup, I blinked, but the woman wasn't finished.
"And if you are to guess right, then I will let you leave."
Her words were the only thing left inside my world, along with her thumb.
With all the things happening around me, my mind really wasn't working—what little I had. But her thumb entered my mouth, taking whatever consciousness I had left behind. It was very disturbing. Though, I didn't believe disturbing was the right word.
I wanted to clench my teeth because of the pressure, but instead I clenched my fist.
Just then, my body suddenly froze, and the heartbeat rose even faster as her breath was on my face, and I lost control of mine and abruptly exhaled.
I swear it was not my intention, but my tongue, which I was holding back, suddenly poked out and gently caressed her thumb. It was the tip that made the contact, and so, I had a good taste of her.
Just a single taste of her thumb made my head dizzy—or maybe because I thought that there was no recovering from that—I didn't know. As I said before, my mind wasn't working.
I didn't know what happened, but suddenly, her lips came to their natural position, her eyes turned cold. Colder.
She pressed her nail into my lower lip. It started to sting before she abruptly got up from her position.
What happened? Wait, I was to answer her question. I wasn't able to properly think of an answer as that woman spoke.
"Tell your partner this." Turning to her table, she picked something up from the desk. "If I see you messing in my business one more time, I'll make you..."
Her brows furrowed as she looked at what was in her hand. "...a spoon."
She threw the spoon on the table and moved again.
"I'll turn you into a spoon."
I watched her stunned. Her words left me speechless.
She walked around the table, and from the chair she picked up her long black coat.
"So, if you don't want that… then behave yourself."
I barely understood what she said. But I would be stupid if I questioned her words. Her presence alone spoke loudly that she was much more of a doer than a talker.
I woke up from my stupor and vigorously nodded my head. Only then did the feeling of sense come back to me, as I felt the tears and snot trickling down on my face.
"Throw her out."
After saying that, the woman didn't stop but nonchalantly walked out of the room with her hands in her pocket and her long coat hanging on her shoulders.
And I swear to never meet her again, forgetting how awful my luck was.