Dravin suddenly grabbed Vera by her hair, forcing her to her kneels.
At this point, Vera's strength had weakened due to Soul-Burning Chain.
Her face changed as she growled. "W-what the hell are you doing?!"
She instantly staggered to her feet, her body still trembling from the residual agony of the soul-burn.
Every instinct, every fiber of her being wanted to lunge and tear that smug look off Dravin's face and grind his skull into the dirt.
But the memory of the soul chain burning her soul made her pause. And then there was the timer. A cold, digital countdown to oblivion, now sitting at just under eight minutes.
Dravin saw the war in her eyes and his perverted smile widened even.
He didn't even bother to answer her.
Instead, his hands went to the belt of his trousers. He removed it slowly.
The trousers fell down his legs and his cock sprang free, slapping against his thigh with a thud sound.
Vera's eyes widened in horror.
