Her hands slowly, reluctantly, moved away from her pubic area. They hung uselessly at her sides, trembling.
"Very good," Raven purred, his gentle tone returning as if the threat had never been uttered. "Now, lift your left leg."
Min-jung's breath came in short, panicked gasps. She looked around desperately, as if searching for an escape route that didn't exist.
"Min-jung." His voice carried a warning edge. "Leg. Up. Now."
With a whimper of pure defeat, she complied. Her thick left leg lifted shakily, and Raven guided her foot to rest on the small wooden stool that sat beside the sink—the one she used to reach the high shelves.
The position forced her legs to spread wide, her right foot still planted on the cool tile floor. The pose was obscene, exposing her completely. Her thick thighs trembled with the effort of maintaining balance, the soft flesh jiggling slightly.
"Eyes closed," Raven instructed as he knelt before her.
