Trapped In Beastly Desires

Kayla stood at the door of the dungeon, which was slightly open. She was anxious as hell. She despised the voice urging her to go into the dungeon, knowing that no punishment in the dungeon had been bearable so far. She expected the thirty strokes of the whip, which was terrifying and discouraging. Her hands clenched and unclenched often, her ears welcoming the thrum of her heart. Closing her eyes, she took a breath, pushed the door open, and treaded in.

She opened her eyes, taking in an eyeful of the dungeon. Thinking the punishment would be far more than she could bear elicited a tremulous breath from her. Where was Anthony? She worked her eyes around, searching for him. She rather saw something else. She approached the bed. The bed had never been made like a master's bed before. Two pink handcuffs hung on the headboard rail, and a rail hung above the bed from side to side —these were evidence the bed was for torture, no matter how well it was made.

Stepping backward, she collided w