*Rylan’s POV*

The only song I could think of playing was ‘Snail.’ After all, it was Beth’s song.

My fingers found their place, and the opening chords of ‘Snail’ rang throughout the auditorium. The familiar music calmed down Beth. Once the song was finished, I started to improvise. If I were going to free Beth, I would have to make her orgasm. I changed the melody, gradually going faster. Beth was fingering herself in the birdcage, in ...