"Warning: This chapter contains some scenes which might not be suitable for some readers."
"Woah there, Elf Queen." The Fallen walked toward us.
His grey fingers reached out, gently lifting Sera's chin.
"You've got a nice figure." He licked his lips. I could smell his breath up this close.
Sera, however, didn't flinch.
I could feel her anger—burning, growing with every second.
The Fallen chuckled. "But it's such a shame." He let go of her face, turning his back to her.
"...'He' doesn't wish for your death. Nor does 'He' wish for you to be harmed."
Sera clenched her teeth, the glowing shackles around her wrists slightly trembling.
"Otherwise…" His lips curled. "I would be enjoying you all night."
He paused for a second and lightly snapped his fingers.
"But instead, He wants you to witness all of this… with your own eyes."
Snap.
Suddenly, something wrapped around Sera's body. It was invisible, but something was squeezing around her.
Her body lifted from the ground.
