Third-person POV
Electra stared at the metal cuff around her wrist, the chain securing her to the rooftop railing. The night air was biting against her bare skin, and her breath came in quick, angry bursts as she tugged fruitlessly against her restraint.
Her mind was racing, a swirl of fury and disbelief. She couldn't believe what had just happened—or, more accurately, what was still happening.
Of all the scenarios she'd imagined Seraphina might orchestrate—pushing her down, throwing a punch, and even delivering some biting words—this? This hadn't even crossed her mind. Being seduced, stripped to her bra and panties, and then handcuffed to the rooftop rail like some sort of helpless plaything? It was beyond humiliating.
