In the cult, every member had to live by the law of the jungle—fight, betray, and do whatever it took to rise above others. Otherwise, they risked falling into slavery… or worse, becoming a test subject for the higher-ups' experiments.
That kind of environment shaped people into bold and cunning individuals—but also morally grey. They indulged in whatever pleasures they could find, and by normal world standards, most cultists would come off as thugs, beggars, shameless, or whores.
But she had never felt this exposed doing such things before. Now, Cassian had pinned her arms up, leaving her armpits and bare chest fully exposed. She could have fought him off—despite him being stronger, she still had ways to break free from his grip.
But she didn't.
Because she had to endure this… to protect her sister.
What more could she even do? She showed enough struggle, enough resistance, enough hatred for it—hoping, even a little, that it might make Cassian feel some guilt and stop.
