Chapter 172: CH 172: Truth and Dare (1) - (Edited)
(A day before Dave and his two wives left the beast tamer base)
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The moon hung heavy outside the window, casting silver shadows across the hall as Dave closed the bedroom door behind him. Inside, his two wives had just drifted off to sleep, their soft breaths like whispers against the silence of the night. He lingered for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of their chests, before quietly stepping away and heading down the corridor.
The spare room he entered was empty, its walls barren and pale under the flickering light of a single touch. With a low breath, Dave raised his hand, and right out of nowhere, a figure on a bed, appeared inside the room, stumbling slightly as if she was torn from another reality.
Tasha blinked rapidly, her eyes widely open as it adjusting to the room. Her body was tense, instinctively wary, every muscle of hers was on edge as she scanned the unfamiliar space. The stone walls, the empty dimly lit room, and the cold air prickling her skin, it was all strange. And then, like a ghost emerging from the dark, Dave stepped into her view.
Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him.
The last time she had seen him, her arms and feet had been shackled, bound tight to ropes while being fucked to cloud nine. She didn’t know the rest of the story but when she woke up, she found herself in a dark space. She hadn’t seen Dave right up till this moment.
At that very instant, Dave had started releasing her binds, loosing the ropes that were used to bind her to the bed, rendering her unable to move or escape. He then offered her a gown to wear.
Tasha thought it was a prank, but she soon realize that it wasn’t, and she could move again. She sat up slowly, her hands holding her to the bed as she gaze at Dave, her eyes never leaving Dave’s.
"You crazy bastard," she spat, her voice sharp and shaking with fury. "What did you do to me? Where the hell did you take me?"
Dave’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a threat. He stepped closer, his voice low and slow, like a predator savoring the moment.