I could feel my temperature rising as I watched the moon serenely glide up the night sky, the dark clouds making it look gloomy. I tried to ignore the sting I feel all where my skin is in contact with the chain, but I couldn't. It felt like being stabbed by a thousand sharp knives. 

I looked down from looking at the moon to look at Mason, He had this worry on his face like all this wasn't even going to be close to success.

The Beast Within

"How I had wished he was some inches closer to my face, so I can rip off his throat". The thought was just becoming tempting as his jeers became quite unbearable. 


"Why don't you come say it to my face dick face". I told him, a word that came out from an uprising aggression I didn't know exist. 


"What was that? ". He bellowed. His wolf nearing breaking point. The colors of his eyes swiveling between orange and brown. 


"I just said, Why don't you come say it to my face dick face". I replied him smirking and enjoying his rage. 


I could feel the jailer contemplating whether to open the bars to my cage and whack me with the silver laced whip he was wielding or better still pull the lever to the silver chain connected to an high voltage regulator attached to me. 


"Screw it". I heard him say before he pulled down the lever. He wanted to enjoy both. 


Chapter 17