Hazen barely had time to process the sudden turn of events before she heard the ripping sound of fabric. Looking down, she realized her clothes, including her breast wrap, had been torn away, leaving her soft, fair skin exposed to the Commander's penetrating gaze.
"You lied," Kyle growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Hazen's body trembled under Kyle's overwhelming presence. She felt like a ram on the slaughtering table, her heart racing as she stared into Commander Kyle's eyes, completely unable to look away.
The next second, Commander Kyle slumped onto her. Hazen's body stiffened.
"Commander... Commander Kyle," Hazen said, patting his shoulder, trying to wake him from his slumber. After a few minutes of trying, she gave up. Gathering all the strength her petite frame could muster, she carried Commander Kyle to the nearest bench.
