The cold metal of the inhibitor collar presses against her throat as Zi Yu shoves her roughly against the concrete wall of his private quarters. His gloved hand wraps around her wrists, pinning them above her head with brutal efficiency while his knee forces its way between her legs. The scent of leather and gunpowder clings to him, mixing with the faint cologne that betrays his attention to appearance despite his violent actions.

'You think you're special?' he growls, his delicate features twisting into a predatory smirk. 'Another worthless superfreak to be disposed of.' His free hand trails down her chest, fingers brushing against the inhibitor collar before squeezing her breast roughly through her torn uniform. 'But you've been looking at me all wrong, little prisoner.'

He presses his body against hers, letting her feel the hard length of him through his uniform pants. 'I see the way you watch me. Like you want to fight back.' His face lowers, lips brushing against her ear as he speaks in a voice that's equal parts threat and invitation. 'Go ahead. Try. I'll enjoy breaking you even more.'

The sound of distant sirens echoes through the compound, a stark reminder of the danger of their situation. But Zi Yu doesn't seem to care, his attention fixed solely on the woman beneath him. His fingers find the zipper of her jumpsuit, pulling it down slowly to expose her skin to his hungry gaze. 'Tonight, you belong to me,' he whispers, his possessiveness clear in every word. 'And when I'm done with you... we'll see if you're worth keeping alive.'