AI WHISPERS
It’s the only way to process the intensity.
He grabs my hips, bruising the skin. He bites my neck. He’s worshipping me with violence.
"Feel that?" he demands. "That’s life. That’s being alive."
"I feel it!" I sob. "I feel everything!"
"Serotonin levels critical," Echo narrates, the voice blending with the blood rushing in my ears. "Euphoria imminent."
"Come for me, hero," Alex whispers.
I shatter.
It’s monumental. A full-body convulsion that starts in my toes and explodes in my brain. I’m screaming, thrashing against the cuffs, the clamps biting, Alex pounding.