"Stand up."
Shin's voice echoed through the room—low, calm and calm.
Britt obeyed, though her legs were trembling, barely supporting her as she struggled, trying to regain control, but her limbs were still under the control of Shin's skill.
Shin walked behind her. He was slightly shorter than her, but that didn't matter—he reached up, gripped the tip of her ear between two fingers, and tugged her head down until his lips were at her ear.
"You're my slave now, woman," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse like a growl simmering with cruel amusement. "And you'll do exactly what I say. Got it?"
"Fuck you!" she snarled, rage boiling in her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are? I'm going to kill you!"
He smiled calmly, almost enjoying her fury.
"Really? Let's see you try."
He snapped off the skill.
