A caged beast

It was as if he were examining a piece of art nearing completion.

"Officer Qin, you look far more charming right now than you did when you were fighting and killing earlier."

He spoke in the tone of an appraiser.

"Hmm, just like a thorny rose drenched by a rainstorm.

Fragile, helpless, yet stubbornly refusing to lower its petals.

I love this feeling the most."

Qin Bing gritted her teeth and said nothing.

She just glared at him fiercely with her ice-cold phoenix eyes.

Because she knew.

Anything she said now would only fuel the thug's arrogance.

Big Donkey Brother didn't care.

Instead, he enjoyed that look in her eyes.

He let out a pleased chuckle, then clapped his hands softly toward the darkness behind him.

Footsteps rang out, and a woman wearing a professional skirt suit walked out from the darkness.

She kept her head lowered, her steps stiff, and her eyes hollow.

It was the very same woman who had lured Qin Bing into chasing her earlier.

"Come here, bitch."

Big Donkey Brother's voice was very soft, yet it carried an irresistible magic.

Like a puppet that had received an order, the woman walked obediently to his front.

Then, under Qin Bing's incredulous gaze, she slowly knelt down.

Big Donkey Brother unhurriedly raised his dust-covered military boot and extended it in front of the woman.

The woman didn't hesitate at all, nor did she show any expression.

She leaned down and began to meticulously lick the grime off his boot.

This scene struck Qin Bing's heart like a heavy hammer.

This woman had a similar build to her sister, Qin Xue, and was wearing similar clothes.

Big Donkey Brother's intentions in doing this were malicious.

He was doing this specifically to destroy her will and trample on her dignity.

Furthermore, the woman's mental state made Qin Bing frown.

This couldn't be explained simply by servility.

"Do you see that?"

Big Donkey Brother seemed to know what she was thinking.

His voice was full of boastfulness.

"She was just like you before, a spitfire.

When I caught her, she even scratched me.

But look at her now, so obedient, so well-behaved.

If I say the word for her to die, she wouldn't hesitate."

He lifted his foot and used the toe of his boot to tilt the woman's chin up.

Her face was full of numbness; only at the moment she touched his boot would a trace of lucid struggle and pain flash deep in her pupils.

"You... you animal!"

Qin Bing finally couldn't hold it in anymore; she used all her strength to roar at him.

"If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to torture an innocent woman! You coward hiding behind a mask!"

"Coward?"

Big Donkey Brother seemed to have heard a hilarious joke; he released his foot and let the woman collapse to the ground.

He stood up and walked toward Qin Bing step by step.

That pale clown mask was less than ten centimeters from her face.

He could smell the scent of sweat mixed with perfume on Qin Bing.

He could also see her chest heaving violently from anger.

And those sharp eyes, with undisguised murderous intent, almost wanting to tear him to pieces.

"I like that word."

He laughed hoarsely, not only not angry but appearing even more excited.

"I like the look in your eyes even more right now.

Do you know? The wilder the horse, the more satisfying it is to tame.

Pinning a woman like you beneath me, listening to your cries and pleas for mercy, that must be more intoxicating than the strongest liquor in the world."

He reached out, his cold fingers tracing Qin Bing's flushed cheek, reddened by anger.

Qin Bing jerked her head to the side, dodging his touch, and at the same time spat a mouthful of saliva fiercely onto his mask.

"Pah! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! You only make me feel disgusted!"

Crystal-clear saliva slid down the clown's exaggerated smiling face, and the scene froze for a moment.

Big Donkey Brother's movements stopped.

He slowly, ever so slowly, withdrew his hand, wiped it with his finger, and gave it a light lick.

"Heh... so spicy, just as spicy as your figure."

He laughed in a low voice, and in that laughter, a kind of madness on the verge of erupting was suppressed.

"I've changed my mind.

I originally wanted to present you to the Boss, but now, I can't wait."

He let out a sinister cackle and, as if by magic, produced something from nowhere.

It was a small glass bottle filled with half a bottle of light pink liquid.

Under the dim light, the liquid shimmered with an eerie and dangerous luster.

"Do you know what this is?"

Big Donkey Brother held the small bottle and waved it in front of Qin Bing, as if showing off his most cherished toy.

"This is the greatest masterpiece of the century; we all call it, 'instinct'."

His voice was filled with near-fanatical worship.

"This thing is ten thousand times more powerful than any aphrodisiac in the world.

It won't make you lose your sanity; on the contrary, it will make your mind clearer than ever before."

He walked up to Qin Bing and gently tapped her lips with the bottle.

"You will clearly remember every single thing, every single detail.

You will watch yourself turn into the most base, the most lewd dog.

Your body will betray your will; it will crave to be conquered, crave to be possessed, and will actively cater to any man stronger than you."

"You will cry, you will scream, you will beg me to stop.

But your body will honestly cling to me, begging me to give you more."

He leaned in close to Qin Bing's ear and said, enunciating every word, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"You will become just like that woman from before.

No, you will be even more dissolute and more base than her.

Because your will is stronger, your body will resist even more violently.

When that time comes, I will film you as you are now and send it to that lover of yours named Li Wei, and to your sister, Qin Xue.

Tell me, what kind of expression will they have when they see the proudest rose of the Shen City police force turn into a pile of mud that anyone can use?"

"That scene will surely be spectacular, won't it?"

The devil's whisper echoed in her ear.

Qin Bing's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That was not because of fear, but because of a bone-deep, piercing chill.