"Ayra, please," Daniel whispered, hands raised defensively. "This isn't right."
Her sneer widened. "You humiliated me, Vance. Now you'll feel powerless." She stepped closer, gauntlets humming with latent power.
"No running," she taunted, seizing his wrist with iron strength. She shoved him onto the bed, pinning him with her knees and gauntleted hands.
His struggles were futile against her monstrous power, his sealed cultivation betraying him.
"Stop fighting," she hissed, her face inches from his, her breath hot.
Her words recalled their past encounter, now twisted into revenge.
She tore at his clothes, her gauntlets bruising his flesh. Her berserker aura flared, feeding her relentless dominance.
Daniel's pleas weakened, his body exhausted, her actions a calculated stripping of his confidence.
Footsteps outside went unnoticed until the door creaked open.
