Chest

“Take the rag out of his mouth,” Celia ordered. She ambled over to Kid and ran her fingers through the boy's shoulder-length hair, lulling him into false safety before grabbing the blond locks and jerking his head back.

“Damn it!” the kid shouted. He tried to break free from Celia's grip, but was caught by her tight little fist. Eric was impressed.

“Does it hurt, Slave?” She hummed. There was laughter in the room.

The kid's name is quiet. Behind his back, his fists were clenched and his arms stretched out under the ropes. Celia tugged even harder, exposing his entire neck. “Yes…Celia,” he said at last.

Gradually, the melodious music playing became quieter until the whole room was left with gloomy silence. That sharpens the focus, every sound becomes an action. The room itself seemed to become a living being, breathing, vibrating, and hungry. Even Eric wasn't immune to the charms of a petite girl who was mastering someone twice his size.

“Very well, Slave.” Felipe's voice was litt