Yuan Xia's rational mind struggled against the tide of dark emotions. Her training screamed at her to regain control, but the dagger's influence proved too potent. Sweat soaked through her robe as she writhed on the floor, lost in a haze of violent desires and burning need.
The weapon continued spinning above her, its dark energy pulsing in rhythm with her racing heart. Each wave of power pushed her further from coherent thought, until only raw animal instincts remained. Her nails left deep scratches in the wooden planks as she fought to maintain some fragment of self-control.
"Must... resist..." she gasped, but even those words emerged as more of a moan than actual speech. The dagger's cold aura contrasted sharply with the heat building in her core, creating a maddening spiral of sensation that threatened to shatter her sanity.
