"No—no, not that!" Janice frantically shook her head, panic flooding her eyes. This man before her was like a devil incarnate; the danger radiating from him was suffocating. She didn't want to be near him—not for a second longer. He didn't seem human.
"Ugh—" Her stomach churned violently, and Janice couldn't stop herself from dry-heaving. Yet, in front of this twisted man, her disgust and fear only seemed to awaken the bloodthirsty beast within him.
"You pervert! Let go of me!" One of her hands was gripped tightly by him. Even a little pressure left her already swollen hand bruised and broken.
"Heh, pervert… You mean me?" The Silver Emperor suddenly released her, then straightened to his full imposing height. His towering figure loomed over Janice's fragile form. A flicker of melancholy flashed in his eyes, barely noticeable. "Once, a woman called me a pervert too."
