anger won out. She didn't want to wet herself like a child. Cindy slapped her palm on the concrete wall and yelled his name.
It took a few seconds, but eventually there was a response. He came running down the stairs, his feet banging on the steps the entire way. He could sometimes be as graceful and silent as a cat, and other times it was like he was like a wild horse kicking around in a Swarovski shop.
His blue eyes were wide when he burst through the open door and looked at her, then he scanned the rest of the room, as if he were expecting a monster to pop out at him. Considering his line of work, maybe he did.
"What?" he demanded when it was obvious that nothing was there.
She stared back at him. He was completely disheveled, hair messed up and his shirt was wide open, exposing his perfect chest.
She'd forgotten about that little line of hair that went down from his flat navel to his pubic hair, which, if his loose jeans had ridden any lower, she'd definitely be able to see a lot more of right about now.
Her blood was starting to feel warm in her veins, and it had nothing to do with her powers. She felt her clit respond as her nipples hardened. She completely forgot about needing the bathroom.
Jack's fingers snapping in front of her face pulled her out of all the bad thoughts she'd just been having.
"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong with you?" he asked, though he was quickly buttoning up his shirt, which suggested he had an idea of what her issue was.
Cindy frowned but really, all she felt was humiliation that her body could betray her like that when Jack had her in chains.
"I have to pee," she said. "And I'm hungry again."
Jack ran his hands through his hair. The act messed up the strands and made them stick out at odd angles, which made him look even more handsome.
He wasn't even trying to look good. It was just how it was. How the hell was he doing that?
"Alright, I'll be back down with a bucket and some more food. Guess I didn't give you a whole lot the last time."
Cindy hardly paid attention to the food comment. All she heard was bucket . "You can't be serious."
Jack stared at her. "What?"
She couldn't believe it. "A bucket Jack? Are you serious? That isn't even humane."
"Well, to be perfectly fair, you're not a human, so it doesn't matter."
That hurt so much it was like he'd physically slapped her. Again.
It must have shown on her face because Jack didn't say anything. His entire body was tense as he stared at her.
Cindy shook her head and turned away from him. "Fine! Whatever, it doesn't matter! Go get the damned bucket!"
She couldn't look up at him. She was shaking with the helpless fury that consumed her. Her eyes burned as she sniffed and rubbed at her eyes.
It wasn't actually crying if she wiped the tears away before they could fall, right?
Jack quietly left her little prison, his footsteps light this time as they disappeared up the stairs.
He was gone for a little while. The worst part was that she now had to go even more, and the idea of humiliating herself and going right there made her all kinds of anxious, and made her situation seem that much worse. Yeah, she was definitely crying a little now.
Jack returned, and she still didn't look up at him. She didn't want to look up at him and see the bucket in his hands.
He knelt down next to her, but he barely touched her as he grabbed onto her chains and did something to them. there was a metal clicking noise.
She finally looked at him, and was stunned to realize he had keys in his hands, which he was using on the locks that kept her chained to the wall.
The chains themselves fell away, but the shackles stayed in place with their enchantments still working their magic over her.
She didn't understand. Her first thought was that the collectors had come for her. "What are you doing?"
That was when he pulled a whole different set of chains out from where they'd been hanging on his belt. They were thinner, but still metal and looked just as
It took a few seconds, but eventually there was a response. He came running down the stairs, his feet banging on the steps the entire way. He could sometimes be as graceful and silent as a cat, and other times it was like he was like a wild horse kicking around in a Swarovski shop.
His blue eyes were wide when he burst through the open door and looked at her, then he scanned the rest of the room, as if he were expecting a monster to pop out at him. Considering his line of work, maybe he did.
"What?" he demanded when it was obvious that nothing was there.
She stared back at him. He was completely disheveled, hair messed up and his shirt was wide open, exposing his perfect chest.
She'd forgotten about that little line of hair that went down from his flat navel to his pubic hair, which, if his loose jeans had ridden any lower, she'd definitely be able to see a lot more of right about now.
Her blood was starting to feel warm in her veins, and it had nothing to do with her powers. She felt her clit respond as her nipples hardened. She completely forgot about needing the bathroom.
Jack's fingers snapping in front of her face pulled her out of all the bad thoughts she'd just been having.
"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong with you?" he asked, though he was quickly buttoning up his shirt, which suggested he had an idea of what her issue was.
Cindy frowned but really, all she felt was humiliation that her body could betray her like that when Jack had her in chains.
"I have to pee," she said. "And I'm hungry again."
Jack ran his hands through his hair. The act messed up the strands and made them stick out at odd angles, which made him look even more handsome.
He wasn't even trying to look good. It was just how it was. How the hell was he doing that?
"Alright, I'll be back down with a bucket and some more food. Guess I didn't give you a whole lot the last time."
Cindy hardly paid attention to the food comment. All she heard was bucket . "You can't be serious."
Jack stared at her. "What?"
She couldn't believe it. "A bucket Jack? Are you serious? That isn't even humane."
"Well, to be perfectly fair, you're not a human, so it doesn't matter."
That hurt so much it was like he'd physically slapped her. Again.
It must have shown on her face because Jack didn't say anything. His entire body was tense as he stared at her.
Cindy shook her head and turned away from him. "Fine! Whatever, it doesn't matter! Go get the damned bucket!"
She couldn't look up at him. She was shaking with the helpless fury that consumed her. Her eyes burned as she sniffed and rubbed at her eyes.
It wasn't actually crying if she wiped the tears away before they could fall, right?
Jack quietly left her little prison, his footsteps light this time as they disappeared up the stairs.
He was gone for a little while. The worst part was that she now had to go even more, and the idea of humiliating herself and going right there made her all kinds of anxious, and made her situation seem that much worse. Yeah, she was definitely crying a little now.
Jack returned, and she still didn't look up at him. She didn't want to look up at him and see the bucket in his hands.
He knelt down next to her, but he barely touched her as he grabbed onto her chains and did something to them. there was a metal clicking noise.
She finally looked at him, and was stunned to realize he had keys in his hands, which he was using on the locks that kept her chained to the wall.
The chains themselves fell away, but the shackles stayed in place with their enchantments still working their magic over her.
She didn't understand. Her first thought was that the collectors had come for her. "What are you doing?"
That was when he pulled a whole different set of chains out from where they'd been hanging on his belt. They were thinner, but still metal and looked just as
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