You awake to the sound of a metal door opening at the top of the stairwell, your exhausted gaze raising to meet the eyes of your captor as he walked down to your cage.

“Morning, my darling…” He purred as he crouched in front of you and put his hand between the bars of the cage, taking your chin in his hold and gently pulling you closer. “Hmmm… It seems you’ve recovered from last time.. The marks have almost gone away, but the scars, they remain… Last night, however… You don’t seem to have rested well enough…” He sighed. “Well then… I’m sorry for that, my pet. Perhaps tonight will go better?” He rubbed his thumb against your cheek before his crimson gaze lowered to the hickeys on your figure.