Silvara moved too fast, like lightning striking the same spot twice. Her claymore vanished with a flick of her wrist. Her fist, hard as iron, slammed straight into Lucas's solar plexus.
"Guuhhh…!!!"
Lucas crumpled instantly, knees hitting the ground first before he crashed onto his back. His breath was gone, his stomach churning like a sledgehammer was raging inside it. He clutched his gut, curling into himself, eyes watering from the sudden agony; even his cock twitched for a split second from the sheer shock.
Silvara was already on top of him before he could draw another breath.
She straddled his chest, just below the ribs, knees clamping his waist like a vice. She knelt over his trembling naked body, silver hair spilling wildly across half her face, but her eyes… they were broken.
"Hehehe… hehehehe…" A small laugh escaped her lips, yet tears streamed down her cheeks. This wasn't happy laughter. No. This was the laughter of someone whose mind had cracked.
