The floor was cold, hard—a brutal contrast to the heat burning beneath her trembling body. Her black and red suit still clung to her, but it was reduced to shreds, deep tears revealing glimpses of exposed fur and skin. Her ragged breaths made her chest rise and fall, each gasp betraying her struggle, exposing even more of her fragile state.
Her brown eyes, once sharp with determination, were now clouded with tears streaking down her face. She refused to break, refused to show weakness, but her own body was betraying her. Gloved hands pressed against the ground, searching desperately for support, for a way to push herself up… but the weight of defeat kept her down.
"You were so fast before…" The voice above her was a cruel whisper, tinged with amusement. "Jumping, dodging, slipping away… and now look at you."
Fingers traced along the torn fabric at her side, grazing the warmth of her skin beneath the battle-worn suit. A shiver ran through her body, her breath catching in a broken gasp.
"And yet, even now… you’re so beautiful when you fall."
A sharp rip. Her pupils dilated as she heard the harsh sound of fabric tearing across her chest, leaving her even more exposed, more vulnerable, under the gaze of someone savoring every second of her humiliation.
"Oops…" The voice was mocking, almost playful. "Looks like your suit was weaker than you."
Her lips parted, a choked sound escaping—somewhere between anger and shame. She wanted to fight back, to lash out, to run, but her legs wouldn't obey. Every fiber of her being screamed surrender.
And he knew it.
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