I was jealous

Mo Qiang could feel her body aching in a rather different manner. She tried to wriggle out of the tool in which she was trapped. However, the more she moved the more, the edge of the platform rubbed against her core causing her to shudder. 

She tried to make sense of this sudden dream when she heard a familiar voice, 

"I will stop moving if I were you, if you continue to move then it will only hurt you even more." 

Hearing his words, Mo Qiang turned her head slightly to the left. She glanced at Xie Jie who was now dressed in a tight turtle neck shirt with leather pants that had suspenders. He was wearing black and shiny gloves in his hands, with a mask on his face. 

Even though he did not take that darn mask off his face, that gravelly, even-toned and polished voice was enough of a giveaway.