Chapter 57: Slow torture

To see the smaller fragments clearly, she had to lean in very close.

Every warm, damp breath she exhaled spilled directly across the most sensitive skin at the base of his thigh.

Ray’s entire body locked up. He stared hard at the concrete ceiling, both hands braced on the edge of the stone, veins standing out sharply across the backs of his hands.

"Got it..."

She extracted a blood-streaked piece of wood and exhaled in relief. As she started to lift her head, her lips brushed accidentally against the taut muscle of his inner thigh.

Just that single contact, and Ray’s breathing turned ragged at once. A heavily suppressed sound rumbled in his throat.

In the narrow space, the fabric of his black briefs stretched taut in a way that left nothing to the imagination—an unmistakable, aggressive outline rising hard and clear.

The tweezers slipped from May’s fingers and clattered onto the floor. She froze in place, eyes locked on the sight.

Her experienced mind went blank for a second.

That size... that reaction speed...

***

Outside, Mitch’s voice carried through the rubble, irritated.

"Damn this weather, damn this road—when the hell are we finally going to reach the island?"

He raked a hand through his short hair and complained to Theo beside him.

Theo adjusted his glasses, eyes fixed on the gap in the collapsed rock. "The road isn’t far. The vehicle’s wrecked. Priority is getting these stones clear."

No one outside dared think too hard about what was happening inside.

Inside the chamber—

"That’s enough. Stop." Ray spoke through clenched teeth, voice completely changed by strain. "I can’t take any more of this. Get up. Stop kneeling there."

His hands clenched the edge of the stone beneath him so hard the nails dug into the grit.

May didn’t look up. She held a bloodstained gauze pad and stubbornly leaned closer to the wound at the base of his thigh.

"If I don’t bandage it, what then? Blood’s still seeping out. Are you trying to ruin this leg for good?"

"It won’t be ruined."

The veins in Ray’s neck stood out sharply, as if a thousand ants were crawling through the marrow of his bones. "Get the hell away from me. That would actually help. The farther the better."

He couldn’t take it.

This girl was kneeling between his legs, head lowered, staring intently at—

Every time she spoke, that faintly sweet, warm breath spilled softly across the most sensitive skin, like feathers brushing over live coals.

His reaction had already gone beyond anything he could control.

The black fabric was stretched taut to its limit... rising and trembling with every heavy rise and fall of his chest.

"Ray, just hang on. I’ll finish binding it." May’s voice was soft and focused.

To press the clotting powder firmly into the wound, she had to lean even lower. Close enough that a single flutter of her lashes would brush against that hot, rigid muscle.

Ray threw his head back. The back of his skull struck the concrete wall with a dull thud.

His eyes were red-rimmed. Rough, ragged breathing filled the narrow chamber.

May’s attention had long since left the wound itself.

As someone who had seen more than her share of explicit content, her gaze was locked as if by a magnet. She couldn’t look away.

Under that fabric... there was a relentless, aggressive heat that threatened to melt every last shred of reason.

She swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry.

When she passed the gauze under his thigh and her hand had to slide beneath, the back of her fingers brushed—

"Ugh—" Ray sucked in a sharp breath. His entire body went rigid.

Then the moment May would never forget happened.

Whether the fabric simply couldn’t withstand that violent tension any longer, or whether the two of them were simply too close—it slipped free from the edge... and filled her vision completely.

The air froze solid. May’s breathing turned heavy at once. Her heartbeat thundered. Something inside her mind detonated. Every rational barrier collapsed.

This man... was built far beyond what she had expected. The visual impact hit harder and more raw than anything she had ever watched online.

Ray’s face was no longer merely red—it had gone a deep, dark purple. His chest heaved violently. His eyes were black as bottomless wells, locked on the girl kneeling between his legs.

"I can’t take it anymore..."

His voice was thick with the extreme strain of holding himself back and the breath he could no longer fully suppress.

Both hands braced at his sides, fingers digging hard into the cracks of the stone, as if he wanted to pin himself to the floor.

This wasn’t treatment. This was slow torture.

May slowly lifted her head. The corners of her eyes were flushed, glistening. Her lips parted slightly.

Those once pure, innocent eyes now burned with open, wild hunger.

The gauze slipped from her fingers to the floor.

Maybe I should just...

Something this substantial... would definitely...

"Ray." Her voice was soft. She ran the tip of her tongue over her slightly dry lower lip, eyes fixed without any pretense.

"Let me help you."

Ray went completely still. Her hand settled on his thigh, stopping the instinctive attempt to pull back.

She looked up at him. Beneath that pure-white-flower exterior was a heart already prepared to take everything.

"This time," she said quietly, every word carrying a spark, "I’m using my mouth."

Ray’s last thread of control snapped. He surged upright, one hand clamping her shoulder like an iron vise, the other seizing the collar of her shirt.

They were so close their noses nearly touched.

"What did you just say?" His eyes were bloodshot, voice shaking. "Do you even know what you’re saying?"

"Of course I do."

May blinked. Far from afraid, she met his gaze head-on, hot breath spilling across his chin. "You’ve been holding it in for so long it looks painful. Ray... let me help you calm down."

Looking at that expression of pure temptation, Ray let out a low growl and shoved her down onto the moisture-proof mat.

The sharp sound of a zipper cutting through the silence of the sealed chamber was almost deafening.