Julian threw his head back and let out a startled scream. His legs trembled, no longer possessing the strength to support his body weight. However, Ethan had no intention of sparing Julian. He continued holding the ice cubes, slowly stuffing them into the small mouth below.
One cube after another.
By the fifth or sixth cube, Julian's entire body seemed to go limp, only held up by Ethan's arm encircling him; otherwise, he would have fallen off the chair. Ethan's fingers lingered at the entrance, occasionally pushing the ice cubes that were sliding down with the flow back inside.
"Don't..."
