"Oh, to be manhandled," Apple sighed dreamily from the sidelines.
"I can do it," someone suggested from behind her, and she didn't need to glance back to know who it was.
"Let me rephrase that," she cleared her throat. "Oh, to be manhandled by Zeno," she repeated.
The scene was still underway, and the crew couldn't find it within themselves to stop Misha and Zeno. They were exuding the right charisma on screen—Misha, caught in her inner conflicts, and Zeno, embodying the flirty yet dangerous menace his character was renowned for.
"Hear that?" #25 smirked, gesturing to the siren that rang throughout the entire circle. "That's one minute left until the First Circle ends."
#1 breathed heavily, appearing to be in a state of panic. It had been a while since she found herself struggling in his arms, knowing full well it would be futile.
"Yet, that one minute is enough to take your life."
