And as though that wasn't enough, Oren seized Eiran by his now-short hair, yanking his head back sharply, and then wrapped his hand around his neck with a brutal grip. Eiran coughed, his face reddening as his hands clawed desperately at Oren's, tugging and pleading wordlessly for release. His eyes watered, but Oren paid him no heed.
Instead, he turned his head toward Lior and asked in a steady, almost too-calm tone, "Can you allow me the opportunity to administer his punishment?"
Lior, still reeling from the shocking turn of events, could only nod in dazed compliance. What else was he supposed to do? His predecessor's bully's life had flipped upside down in the span of heartbeats. A pair that everyone had thought were lovers were now exposed as predator and prey, and Lior had no desire to interfere with his own hands.
