As soon as the fight ended — Lu Yizhou didn't even know how it happened. He just… snapped and all of a sudden, Shea The Hulk was already flat on the ground? — Lu Yizhou was ushered, no he was dragged with his hands cuffed behind his back and a fucking collar around his neck through a bright and carpeted hallway.
He was breathing hard through his mouth, trying to be as still as possible so as to not jostle the wounds on his body but it was proven to be harder than he expected when the man who was holding onto the end of his leash tugged impatiently again and again. "Faster, you dimwit! Why are you so fucking slow?!"
