The psychic torment within Veylor reached a fever pitch that felt like it would tear his spectral essence apart. Seeing Iris, the woman who had always been his moral compass, being physically dominated and silenced was a pain worse than any death.
"NO! STOP IT!"
"IRIS, LOOK AT ME! PLEASE!" Veylor shrieked, his voice a silent torrent of anguish.
He threw himself against the invisible barrier separating him from the living world, clawing at nothingness. "DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!"
"DON'T LET HIM BREAK YOU! IRIS!" But his screams fell on deaf ears.
To Iris and Rex, he was nothing more than a cold breeze in a room already heavy with heat.
Rex, feeling the vibrations of Iris's muffled cries against his lips, pulled back just an inch, only enough to speak directly into her mouth, his breath hot and reeking of dominance. His hand remained locked around the back of her neck like a vice, forcing her face inches from his.
