The Oracle's Verdict

DRAVEN'S POV

I stare down at the gasping, defiant girl on my floor. My chest is bare, the cold air of the study brushing against my heated skin, but my blood still runs boiling hot. She clutches her bruised throat, fighting to drag air back into her burning lungs. Yet, even on her knees, even after I nearly crushed her windpipe, her eyes burn with pure, unadulterated rebellion.

"S-SEX. MANIAC."