11: Rayleigh

She waited. Her heart pounded in her chest from the built up anxiety and panic. Her body felt feverish, as if someone put her in an oven to roast her alive. And yet, she waited. Her thighs still trembled from the orgasmic aftermath. Juices still streamed down in her inner thighs. Still, she waited. If not for her loud heartbeat, the silence would have left her ears ringing. She shifted her heavy gaze left and right, but to no avail. As long as she was in chains, she would never feel freedom again.

Footsteps on stone sounded from beyond the door and she held her breath. Soft, yet annoyed murmuring caught her ears as whoever approached the door stopped before it. Rayleigh strained to hear it, vaguely catching Zalakai's annoyed tone and another voice. Softer. Concerned, even.

The door creaked open, with Zalakai the first to enter and the silver-haired man in the doorway. Now that she could focus after what happened between her and Zalakai earlier, she took in the details of the new De