Heatbound Dependence

The first time I saw the Empire’s Omega Second Prince, I was fighting in an underground boxing ring. I had taken money to throw the fight, and was punched to the ground, admitting defeat. After the match, Si Jingxu stomped on my abdomen, pinned my neck, and looked down at me with contempt: “tr*sh, you cost me money.” The next time we met was in the s*ave market of the Black Market. The once haughty young master had shed all his pride, bound inside a filthy iron cage, and was right in the midst of his Heat. He lifted his head, his muffled lips letting out whimpers like a small animal. He begged me to take him away.