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Cerberus' hands were firm as they were holding her hands behind her. She was sandwiched between two solid walls and she couldn't possibly get out. Not when Hades was in front of her, holding her waist, and now placing small kisses on her throat as if taking his time. She bit her lips as her eyes were still covered. What else can she do at the moment? None.

She should be terrified. These men are not normal people. They are not people. They could literally kill someone without having to lift their finger and yet here she is, sandwiched between them, strangely enjoying the feel of their hands on hers.

What is happening to me?

"What are you doing to me?" she said under labored breath. "What is happening?" Her voice was weak and she couldn't help but give in to the support between the two men as her knees continued to buckle.

"You brought this to yourself," whispered Cerberus in her right ear.

A small moan escaped her mouth once again as she felt Hades' teeth on her skin. And another