Livia froze.
Her breathing was heavy.
Her head filled with voices.
Her chest rose with every breath, making her torn top strain against her curves. The fabric clung desperately to her skin, outlining one nipple that hardened slightly from the stress. Each exhale made her collarbones shimmer with sweat, the glisten making her look like a warrior sculpted from temptation and trauma
"What… are you doing, Domina…" she murmured.
Her teeth chattered.
Her hands trembled.
Not from fear—
but because something inside her had started to crack.
Memory.
It was coming.
Drop by drop.
The face of Lilith, long ago,
appearing just as her bunny ears felt like they were going to explode.
A soft voice saying:
"Don't be afraid. The extreme conditions happening right now make me feel I must save you, little bunny."
