It was midnight in a cold, foggy forest. The castle, made of limestone, appeared blurry through the mist. Inside one of the castle's rooms, Sandra shoved the naked man off her, her movements quick and fueled by rage.
"Damn it, Benjamin!" she screamed, her voice thick with frustration. "If you can't handle me with other men, then just mate with me!" Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at him, daring him to respond.
But Benjamin remained unaffected, his face impassive, void of any emotion. "Shut up," he spat coldly, his voice as icy as the winter beyond the foggy castle. His gaze darkened as he stared her down. "I don't care who you are, and don't think for a second you can force me into anything. You know what I'm capable of." His words cut through the heavy atmosphere like a blade.
