“My Luna,” He whispers, stroking my face gently. His hand leaves my face, gripping the cuffs where our hands are joined. He yanks them apart, the steel breaking.

I gasp, watching the bead of blood form on his arm. How can he-

“Get on all fours princess, good behaviour gets rewarded and bad behaviour gets punished. Tonight, you let someone disrespect you and we had an agreement.”

“I'm sorry.” I let out, trying to recall who it was that I let disrespect me tonight. No one comes ...