"I will ensure that every single breath you take for the rest of your unnaturally long life is a symphony of agony."
Mad Dog paused, blinking his single good eye. The voice didn't match the dress. The absolute, freezing authority radiating from the "woman" didn't match the situation.
"Feisty," Mad Dog laughed nervously, entirely misinterpreting the sociopathic death threat as aggressive foreplay. He set the goblets down on a bedside table. "I like that. A woman with a deep voice and a sharp tongue. Don't worry, big girl. I'll loosen you up."
As Mad Dog reached for the buckle of his belt, Xiao Yichen closed his eyes, his long, elegant fingers twitching against the Null-Stone cuffs.
