She was in darkness. Unknown and oblivious to what he was doing, to where he'd touch her next. Azar moved like a reptile, not making a single sound which would provide her with any clue of his whereabouts. But she was certain he was around, his strong presence radiating off of him like heat. Her senses were heightened; nervousness cascaded through her body in waves, her skin over sensitive to touch. Her hands were still pinned down by her sides in thick chains, and by now, she had given up on struggling.
But when his gentle fingers slithered up her arms, she squirmed again, her breath hitching.
Azar chuckled at her reaction, his deep voice sending alarming signals to her mind. He was up to something. He had a motive behind his actions. But as long as he was not hurting her, she'd be oka
