His fingers snapped—a sharp, clear sound—
And thirty feet away, hidden behind a hedge—
Wei Chen's body froze.
Not paralyzed. He could still see, hear, breathe, even think.
But his body wouldn't respond to commands. His legs wouldn't move. His arms stayed locked at his sides. His mouth remained closed no matter how hard he tried to scream.
And from his position—
He had a perfect view through a gap in the hedge.
Could see Zhang Yue on her knees. Could see Cang standing over her, cock in hand. Could see everything.
'No—' Wei Chen's mind screamed. 'NO—what is he—?!'
"Open your mouth," Cang commanded, attention back on Yue.
"I won't—" she started to protest—
But his hand in her hair yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him, and the dominance in his golden eyes made her breath catch.
"Open. Your. Mouth." Each word was punctuated, leaving no room for argument.
And slowly—hating herself, trembling, tears stinging her eyes—
Zhang Yue's mouth opened.
