The next morning I woke to her trying to get out of her restraints, she had shifted back during the night and was pulling on the padlock securing the collared chain around her throat. Her hair knotting around her fingers and the chain as she fumbles with it.
I touch her bare back and she jumps growling as she spins around in a crouched position. I put my hands up meaning no harm and she sniffs the air before she starts ripping on the chain trying to break it.
"Stop, you are going to hurt yourself. I will undo it" I tell her, reaching my hand out toward her when she suddenly bites down on my hand. I growl at her, ripping my hand away.
"Don't touch me" she snaps her eyes blazing.
"Fine then, Goodluck getting it off" I tell her before getting up and walking inside. Lana and Tate were up already making coffee. Lana was wearing a pink dressing gown as she yawned, grabbing the sugar from the pantry.