I love it when you get angry, Serah purred, her voice dripping with a mix of arousal and menace. She slid two fingers into her shorts, rubbing herself in slow, deliberate circles as saliva glistened on her lips. Her glowing amber eyes locked onto Junior's, unblinking, like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.
"You're fucking sick, you know that?" Junior growled, his voice trembling with rage. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, knuckles turning white. The blade gleamed under the dim light , its edge sharp enough to cut through bone. He took a step forward, then another, his boots crunching against broken glass and debris scattered across the floor. With a roar, he charged at her, his expression twisted with fury. "I'll fucking kill you!"
