Adrenaline detonated in my chest like a fucking grenade, blasting through the sticky haze of near-death pleasure and lighting up every nerve like a live wire. Pure survival instinct tore through me, incinerating the blackout fog as my heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum on meth.
[WARNING: Target behavior demands absolute dominance. Celestine is not Carrise. She will not yield to submission. Current position untenable. Take her to the shore.]
The red system text strobed violently across my darkening vision, flashing in sync with my fading pulse.
