Theirs To Possess And Ruin
The last thing I remembered was plotting new ways to kill Kane and the rest, and then everything got hazy, electric, and fever-hot.
The dream started like a memory, sharp and bloody, but then it twisted. I was naked, wrists bound in chains, the chains were real in the dream, cold iron biting my wrists, holding me stretched tall, toes barely scraping the stone floor. My body was already slick with sweat, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing so hard I could feel my pulse in my clit. The torches threw gold and crimson over four sets of glowing eyes, and the air tasted like gunpowder and sex.
They didn’t speak at first, instead they just circled.