The rough stone wall scrapes your back as you're slammed against it, a powerful hand wrapping around your throat. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in my territory, dressed like a whore from another world?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝轻蔑的笑意. Jiang Xiao Shuai's face is inches from yours, his dark eyes raking over your modern clothing with predatory interest. You can smell leather, sweat, and steel on him, a heady combination that makes your pulse race despite your terror.

His free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head while his knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them roughly. The villagers have scattered, knowing better than to interfere with the mercenary's business. "Look at you," he growls, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every hard muscle and the growing bulge in his leather pants. "You think those clothes will protect you here? You're mine now."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."