Bangchan chuckled darkly, not removing his hand from y/n's body. "Don't worry," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "There's plenty of her to go around."
Leeknow's gaze was hungry as he approached the bed, his eyes raking over y/n's exposed flesh. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, feel his teeth against her lower lip.
Y/n's eyes fluttered shut, the dual sensations of fear and arousal overwhelming her. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be part of this twisted game. But her body was responding, her heart racing with every touch.
"It's time for dinner" Leeknow said, breaking away from the kiss. "And you," he added, looking at y/n with a sneer, "are going to join us." He grabbed her arm and yanked her off the bed, not caring if she was still dressed or not.
Y/n stumbled, trying to find her footing. She was naked. She felt exposed and vulnerable. "Let go of me," she snarled, but Leeknow just tightened his grip, pulling her along the hallway.
The dining room was grand, with a table that could easily seat twenty. The other gang members were already seated, their eyes raking over her with hunger. The smell of food made her stomach turn, but she was too focused on the fear coursing through her to feel any real hunger.
"Take a seat," Bangchan said, his voice low and commanding. He gestured to an empty chair at the head of the table, and y/n was forced to walk past all of them, their gazes like a physical weight on her body. She felt stripped bare, both literally and figuratively, as she took her place.
The gang members were dressed in their finest, their eyes gleaming as they took in her naked form. Some smirked, others licked their lips. The sight of their hunger only fueled y/n's anger. She clenched her fists under the table, her nails digging into her palms.
