"Eyes on me," he growled, voice rough from motion.
Zeyra's head thrashed side to side, her eyes glassy, wild and completely bloodshot, but she forced her gaze up, locking her pupils onto his silver-crimson stare. The level of obsessive, yandere worship in her face was almost scary.
She looked like a cultist looking at her god while being burned at the stake or like she'd happily burn the whole world down if he asked her to.
"I'm... looking..." she wheezed, a mixture of saliva and blood leaking where she had bitten her own lips. "I see you... my master... my monster... don't you dare stop... if you stop, I'll die..."
"I'm not stopping," Sol promised darkly.
He reached down, his thick fingers locking onto her throat, not to choke her entirely, but applying just enough pressure to restrict her air, forcing her lungs to burn in sync with her lower abdomen.
