Kristen sat frozen in her chair, eyes fixed on the screen as each of her guys began to lose it. "I told you not to give that s**t to Ronald." She gritted out. Frank sat back in his chair, unfazed by her. "You have no power here, Kris. You're a variable in my experiment. That's all." She couldn't look away as her mate began to spiral out of control in the most terrible of ways.
He was sitting on the floor when it started. His head was down, and his shoulders began to shake. At first, Kris thought he was crying. Then she realized he was laughing. She sat forward, on the very edge of her chair, and watched every movement. His head raised, and he stared at something invisible. At first, his body was relaxed, but suddenly he snapped. One chained arm shot out, and he clenched his hand in the a
