Chapter 107
“Here! What’s that?” Bailey peered in through the window. His eyes widened as he observed my naked body. “Oh, I say.”
My hearing had become so acute I could hear the blood rushing through his veins. My nose twitched, the scent of his sexual excitement giving rise to mine. I voiced a low growl.
“All chained up, are we, Mr Warrick Synclaire? Rather helpless, I should think.” He moved away from the door, and I heard the sound of metal against the stone wall as he retrieved the key to my cell. “You all think I haven’t got the sense God gave a flea, but I’m not the one who’s all chained up,” he said smugly.
The sound of the key in the lock was almost painful to my ears. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. My body sank to the floor as the change started to take place. The moon must be on the rise. My hunger for my lover became ravenous. I tested the hold of the chains on my wrists and felt them give.