She leaned back further, adjusting her position slightly, her face as unreadable as ever. It was terrifying in its calmness. Easther’s silence made the situation feel like a clinical study, where the subject, Zaki Lee was required to endure increasingly invasive tests without consent.
And still she poked, and squeezed making a certain man roll his eyes.
Zaki Lee froze, attempted a polite cough to indicate distress, and failed miserably. Easther’s expression didn’t change. Her cold, calculating eyes scanned him like an experiment, evaluating every subtle twitch and gasp. He was sweating, trembling, and about to beg for mercy—but she simply remained silent.
Finally, she shifted again, pressing in a slightly different spot, beneath the hard and thick burning rod poking her as if taking m
