" Solomon roared when his wrists were cinched roughly behind his back and the sack closed tightly around his head. His face hit the floor and sent his adrenaline into overdrive as he screamed through the material, squirming and grunting under the pressure between his shoulder blades. Fuck! He couldn't breathe! "Be still!" a gravelly voice nearly begged. "

― Lucian Bane , Desecrating Solomon II