Red was appalled with what she saw when the door disintegrated. She staggered and hid behind Archer as she caught a glimpse of his brother sprawled in the makeshift bed of dried leaves and sweet flowers.
Ari had been stripped down naked and bounded with what looked like shimmering magic infused vines. It was like a scene from an X rated BDSM film but didn't spark erotic pleasure to the viewers.
Her heart ached when she saw Ari's condition – he clearly wasn't in his right state of mind as his eyes darted from one place to another then finally rolled.
His handsome face was pale and he was sweating profusely.
The daemon on top of him, hissed and bared her long fangs. If she hadn't done that, Red would have sworn she looked like a goddess with voluptuous proportions worthy of being worshipped.
Only she wasn't a goddess and reality was that she's monster.
