CrossRoad · Solipsism · One - II
But how could she possibly… flee?
To see this slaughter through to its conclusion, come, Seraphina, ponder well, what would Ansel do, where lies the key to piercing this maelstrom?
That sword, that chain blade...
Seraphina's impression of Gleipnir was profound indeed. At the very outset of the taming project in the Red Frost domain, Ansel had used it to entwine her body with gentle precision, the sensation of that cold, dangerous edge gliding across her skin was unforgettable, becoming a certain subtle erotic play between her and Ansel.
The expansion of desire compounds upon itself. Seraphina now found it somewhat difficult to control her emotions, the longing for violence and scarlet fantasies infinitely fueling the scorching, fervent emotions in her wolfish heart, yet rather than clouding her mind, it brought unprecedented clarity.