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The scene intensified as Ethan struggled under Yvette’s grasp, his pride crushed by her icy gaze. With just two fingers, she held his wrist in an unyielding grip, and the sheer force of her presence seemed to smother him. He tried desperately to break free, his face contorted with pain, but it was futile. Yvette remained calm, her eyes unwavering as she looked at him with a cold, almost menacing expression.
John stood frozen, witnessing the moment of tension, his eyes wide in awe and fear. He had always known Yvette was no ordinary person, but seeing her act with such authority and power was both astonishing and terrifying.
Ethan’s usual arrogance had evaporated as Yvette’s control over him became undeniable. He felt himself weakening, both physically and mentally, under the weight of her gaze. His heart pounded, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly powerless.
“Let go!” Ethan cried out, his voice strained with panic, as he finally realized that he was no match for her. “I’m sorry! I won’t bother you again, just please…”
Yvette’s expression remained cold as ice, and she showed no sign of releasing him. Her grip tightened, and Ethan’s desperation grew.
John, unable to bear the sight of Ethan’s suffering, took a cautious step forward. “Yvette… maybe you should let him go.”
But Yvette didn’t respond. Instead, there was a faint cracking sound, a sickening noise that reverberated through the air. Ethan’s scream followed—a high-pitched wail that sounded like something from a nightmare. The pain coursing through him was unbearable, and he finally collapsed to his knees, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Yvette’s face softened slightly, but her eyes remained cold as she released her hold on him. Ethan fell to the ground, clutching his wrist in agony, his pride shattered beyond repair. The lingering silence felt suffocating as he groaned in pain, unable to do anything but lie there.
John watched, his breath caught in his throat. He had never seen Yvette act this way before—her power, her control, it was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. It was as if she had become a force of nature, unstoppable and unforgiving.
Yvette turned to John, her demeanor returning to its usual calm. She gave him a small, almost dismissive smile before walking past him, her steps light as if nothing had happened.
Ethan, still writhing on the ground, could only watch helplessly as she walked away, the sting of his humiliation burning deep within him.
As John followed Yvette, he glanced back at the defeated figure of Ethan, still clutching his wrist in agony. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of sympathy and awe for his goddess. In that moment, it was clear to him: Yvette was not someone to be underestimated.
“Are you okay?” John asked, his voice soft as he caught up with Yvette.
Yvette didn’t answer right away, but her smile returned, this time warmer, though still with a hint of mischief. “I’m fine,” she said casually, popping another piece of candy into her mouth.
John couldn’t help but grin, his admiration for her growing. Even after everything that had just happened, Yvette seemed completely unphased, as if she had just swatted away a fly.
“Let’s go grab lunch. I’m starving,” Yvette said, as if the world had not just shifted in a single, powerful moment.
John nodded, still processing what had just occurred, but following her all the same. The day had certainly taken an unexpected turn, and he couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Yvette might have in store.
