Lu Yizhou's movement was restrained and his sight blocked. The ball gag was preventing him from swallowing properly and all of the excess saliva ended up dribbling down his jaw.
So degenerate, so immoral and wanton.
He had been bound as such since the stunt he pulled on Moshe last night. Subsequently, Lu Yizhou had lost track of time. He was edged again and again to the precipice, dragged over to the cliff of euphoria only to be yanked back mercilessly when all he wanted was to fall.
