Suddenly, Kaidan abruptly stops his tickling attacks, as if releasing his prey from his claws. Isabella, breathing heavily and bursting into hoarse laughter, feels her body weaken, and a slight dizziness spreads through her mind. She has never been tickled with such merciless intensity, depriving her of any opportunity to escape or take control of the situation. It was both humiliating and outrageous - the realization of her helplessness overwhelmed her.
Isabella's cheeks were burning, and the fists clenched behind her back trembled with tension. She threw an indignant look at Kaidan, venting a storm of emotions in him, and was about to blurt out words of protest. But, to her horror and surprise, she discovered that her body was treacherously responding to what was happening. A strange warmth flared up in the lower abdomen, spreading through her body in waves of languid excitement. The helplessness with which she writhed under his control gave birth not only to protest, but also to something deeper - a dark, primal desire.
Kaiden, noticing the glint in her eyes and the confusion, grinned slyly, enjoying her confusion and the sexuality that shone through this picture of chaos. His voice sounded like a mockery, burning her ears:
"- Isabella, is this what you call a lack of reaction? You completely lost! Ha-ha-ha!"
His confidence and sense of power awakened a storm of conflicting emotions in her - from indignation to inexplicable, feverish desire.