I Won't Hurt You

Warning: Mature Content

A wave of dreadness crashed over Imogen as a guard sat her and tied her to a chair, she could hardly stop herself from fainting or collapsing on the wooden chair she sat on, wondering why she is here again. What could her sin be to be tied up in her master's room, sitting on his chair?

Being in this room alone is torture in itself because every time she found herself here something bad always comes out it, she fears that might happen tonight again.

"Why am I here?" She asked the guard tying her, but he said nothing. Instead, he move away and left with another guard in the room, the door creeps open again and someone entered.

The person said nothing, it was quiet that Imogen could see or hear nothing as she was far from the door but yet she knew the person in the room with her, it was her master. She could smell him, his scent and felt his powerful presence but surprisingly from his breath, she could tell he was angry.

The silence between them stretched, making