Rika's scream tore through the trees, high and piercing. Her expression and demeanor had completely changed, having gone from fearful, to slightly aroused, to agonizied.
Amon's hand had sunk through her sternum as easily as sliding into warm mud, thanks to the sharpness of his claws. "Don't just keep screaming like that," His voice was low, almost calm. "Help me find your heart."
Her breath came in panicked gasps. "Y-you…!"
"Rita," Amon said without glancing back. She shivered upon hearing her name called out. "Tighten them."
The invisible bindings immediately constricted, digging into Rika's limbs and neck. A fresh line of blood ran down her thighs where the threads cut into muscle. Rita had obeyed without hesitation, but her eyes lingered on Amon's hand buried in Rika's chest. Something about the scene unfolding in front of her made her throat dry. He wasn't as brutish as Vulkan, and yet…
Amon stared at the Succubus' pained face. "Why did you run?"
