(POV: Akashic Records)
Velzar gently guided Esta to sit on a sturdy wooden chair, her eyes darting around the room in a desperate attempt to find an escape. From his small bag, he produced a thick rope, its fibers entwined tightly and ready to bind. As he swiftly secured the struggling Esta, her body writhing, Velzar's hands brushed against the curve of her trembling breast. The unexpected contact elicited a gasp from Esta's quivering lips, followed by a helpless moan.
"Ahhnnn~~ Ahnnn~!"
"Shhhhh... I'll only take it easy, if you remain a good girl."
Tears welled up in Esta's eyes as she pleaded, "Just stop already, pl— ahnnn~~"
But Velzar, undeterred by her pleas and passionate moans, applied gentle pressure to her sensitive nipple. The sensation ignited a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within Esta, causing her to squirm even more fiercely.
"AHHHNNNN~~! MY NIPPLE~~!"
Velzar grinned, "Now will you be a good girl?"