Wang Jian dragged Erik Schneider into Helena's chambers with a cold, cruel efficiency. Erik struggled weakly against his grip, but each movement only seemed to deepen his humiliation. When Wang Jian threw him onto the floor, he landed with a painful thud, his body protesting the rough treatment. He looked up, dazed and disoriented, to see his wife standing there, her face a mask of shock.
"Wang Jian..." Helena whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. She was still naked from their earlier encounter, her curves on full display. Wang Jian stood beside her, his own body bared, a wicked glint in his eyes. Erik felt a surge of rage and despair; how could his wife stand there, so brazenly unashamed, in front of the man who had manipulated her so utterly?
