"Get on your knees."

He didn't bother shouting, the low, gravel-rough command landed straight in my heart , rippling straight down my spine before my brain even caught up. Zyran loomed above me, his eyes were unreadable and glazing over me.

The carpet scraped my bare knees raw, fibers biting skin already sore from earlier. The heat rolling off him pressed against my face as I stared down at the mirror shine of his shoes. A bead of sweat slipped past my temple. The air was suffocating with him I was literally unable to breathe because he looked totally out of it.

"Open."

I didn't know which to open so...