Hana's husband's scream was inhuman—high-pitched and raw, the kind of sound that came from pain so overwhelming the brain couldn't process it.
He collapsed sideways, both hands flying to his ruined leg where the knee joint was bent at an angle that knees were definitely not meant to bend.
Bone fragments were visible through torn flesh. Blood pooled rapidly on the floor.
His face turned purple, veins bulging at his temples as his body went into shock.
Raven stepped over the convulsing body like it was garbage, his eyes never leaving Hana.
She was still on the floor, dress bunched around her hips, tears streaming down her face, looking up at him like he was an angel and a devil all at once.
Raven's voice, when he finally spoke, was calm. Final. Absolute.
"From now on, you only spread your legs for me."
And that was it.
That was the moment Hana 'broke'.
Not from fear. Not from pain.
But from 'relief'.
