Dan Yuseong's POV
"Cough… cough…"
I lay face down, clutching my bruised neck. Though I couldn't see them, I was certain angry red handprints marred my skin. The pain had been excruciating, yet I'd endured. The mind-numbing pleasure had threatened to overwhelm me, but the agony had anchored me, allowing me to cling to consciousness. Unless she'd slipped me some drug—which she hadn't—I could hold on.
"Kghhk… kgh…"
I'd barely escaped her grasp, but fleeing didn't cross my mind. Given our physical disparity, she'd catch me in moments if I tried. My earlier attempt to run had only led to being caught again, so curling up and staying still might be the wiser choice.
For now, I'll play along and wait for an opening to bolt.
