Dahmer did not hesitate. He shifted his lean frame, lifting his weight up and slamming his body directly on top of Malcolm. He sat right on Malcolm's waist, pinning him flat against the mattress. The sheer weight of his frame felt like a mountain of solid iron pressing down on Malcolm's chest, cutting off his air.
"Get off me, you freak!" Malcolm roared, thrashing his legs violently beneath the heavy blankets. He tried to use his own massive S-tier Alpha strength to throw Dahmer off his body, but Dahmer did not move an inch. Malcolm let out a frustrated growl, his teeth gritting in anger. "How the hell are you this strong? Look at your body, you look lean, but you weigh a damn ton!"
