Shen Yu smirked darkly, the frantic, desperate sound of her broken pride fueling the cold satisfaction in his core.
He set the crimson candle down on the dark wood of the headboard, placing it just inches from her face so the flickering flame cast a sharp, dancing heat over her features, keeping the psychological terror of the weapon right before her eyes.
He stepped directly over her helpless, immobilized form, looming like an unyielding god of judgment.
CRACK!
Without a single shred of mercy, his large, calloused palm came down in a devastatingly heavy smack directly across her tightly bound breasts.
The violent impact instantly shattered the cooled crimson wax into a hundred tiny red flakes that erupted off her skin and scattered across the bedsheets.
The soft, heavy mounds immediately swelled, a stark, dark-pink handprint rising rapidly across her pale flesh.
"AHHHAAAH~! GOD, MASTER~!"
