a snare for hunting beauty

She opened her slightly closed eyes, but they seemed to be empty inside, and it looked like she was pretty much unconscious now, just reacting a little mechanically to the sound. I didn't intend to let go of her until I heard her beg for mercy, so I sat down and continued to admire her struggling. But gradually, Ziyan's struggles began to slow down, and her moans began to become progressively miserable and weak, her face pale, her body spasming and shaking. ...