NIKOLAI
I let out a harsh scoff, dragging a hand down my face before letting my gaze drop to the shackles circling his wrists. The metal had rubbed the skin raw, the marks vivid against his pale skin. I'd given him just enough freedom to eat and take care of himself, but the marks were still there. I wanted him to feel it.
"I know how much it hurts," I muttered, my voice low as I crossed to grab the bag. I pulled out a plate of well packaged food and placed it on the nightstand. Then came the real reason I was hear-the custom shackles of had made for him. Extra long. To keep him tethered but enough to move around the room.
"So, I got you something better," I said, letting the grin I'd been holding back spread across my lips.
His eyes burned into me as I moved, locking one end
