Chapter 49

That the first sensation he had woken up to was a bout of headache showed how much the invisible being that ruled the universe hated him.

He meant, wasn't it enough making him easy to be picked on, a mouth that always got him knocked out, the drop-dead gorgeous face that ladies couldn't resist?

What were the curses for? He didn't ask to be born.

Paradise would be waking to a blow job while chained to a bedpost, but then it was too much for the universe to answer his fucking prayers.

Apart from this location not resembling his room, which was the sole threshold to fulfilling his prayers, it was evident that such a scenario would never transpire. As he attempted to wipe his eyes using his right hand's thumb, the jingling of chains echoed alongside his every motion.

His eyes flew open, a bad mistake. The ache found its way deep into his skull that, unable to take anymore, he fell back on the bed, cursing.

"Welcome back, Rune."

Despite Run