Demand release.

Your voice rumbles up from your chest with a growl, "Unchain me at once."

The girl lowers her head, acknowledging your authority immediately, and makes a small gesture toward your shackles. The closest men produce keys from their robes and swiftly unlock the bonds.

Arms heavy with muscle slide from the thick metal and drop to your sides, and instinctively you roll your shoulders back, stretching with a deep groan, fanged teeth bared.