Lilith walked toward Sienna slowly, each step calm, almost graceful as if she wasn't inside a jail cell, but a throne room. Her eyes never left the woman curled against the wall, and the smile on her lips didn't fade.
"What you did with my man…" she whispered, her voice low, chilling. "That wasn't just wrong, Sienna. That was stupid." Sienna's lips trembled as she shook her head, sliding further back, but there was nowhere to go. Her voice was dry with fear.
"Don't… don't come near me—"
But Lilith was already kneeling.
One hand reached out and grabbed Sienna by the wrist—not roughly, not fast, but with precision.
Sienna gasped, her body jerking as Lilith's fingers pressed against a small point near her shoulder, sending a sharp bolt of pain through her entire arm.
"You like touching what doesn't belong to you, don't you?" Lilith said softly, her face close, her tone almost pitying. "Then let me teach you… what that feels like."