HAZEL
Pain exploded through my mouth. I tasted copper immediately, felt blood flood over my tongue and spill down my chin. I tried to jerk back but his teeth were buried too deep, tearing through flesh as I pulled away.
I screamed against his mouth. My hands pushed at his chest, trying to create distance. But despite the platinum chains holding him to the ceiling, he moved. His hands shot out and caught one of my wrists, as his fingers wrapped around flesh covered bone with crushing strength.
He bit down harder.
I screamed again. The sound came out wet and broken around the blood filling my mouth. I yanked myself backward with all my strength, not caring that my lip was still caught between his teeth. Flesh tore. The pain was white-hot and immediate, but I kept pulling until I ripped free.
Blood poured down my chin and onto my nightdress. I stumbled back, but he still held my right arm in an iron grip that was starting to do more than just restrain me.
