Your prisoner, awake.

As you step through the too-small entrance to your modest cottage, you are not surprised to see Kyra glaring at you from the chair she is tied to.

Her emerald eyes track you intently as you squeeze through the door, narrowing as they fall upon the bag you carry, and widening moments after with the realization of what it contains.

you turn to face her, and she does not meet your gaze.

"You must be pretty hungry, and I'm sure you are thirsty, After a fucking like that, I know I would be." you say, suppressing a wolfish grin

" I am going to take your gag off, and if you are well-behaved, I will feed you. if you are not, I will use these on you" you intone, gesturing to the chains from the market.

"Understand?"

She nods once, and you reach for her gag