The one thing Eiravyne had learned from years of endless abuse was that when a person wanted to inflict pain on her, they would always succeed.
Now, as she stood there, looking into his eyes, she bit her lips so hard it drew blood.
She did it unintentionally, but he noticed her bitten lips, seeing that she was unaware of what she was doing.
Without hesitation, he moved his thumb over her lips, pressing down with enough force to part them.
He pushed harder, prying her lips apart with a rough, deliberate motion.
Then, he inserted his thumb between her teeth, forcing her mouth open to stop her from biting down so hard.
His thumb stayed on her teeth, and she tried not to bite him, her body trembling with the effort.
His grip was firm, almost painful, and the intrusion felt humiliating. As he did this, she could only think that he was about to degrade her further.
