Jackey woke up in a cold and lonely room. There was no light, except for a small gap under the door, about a meter away from her. She tried to stand up but couldn't, her hands were tied above her head to the separate ends of a thin steel pole. and his legs were wrapped in a makeshift rope. The clothes were gathered in front of her - she assumed they had been removed from the pole above her to allow her to be tied up. She quickly understood what was happening. She pieced together her memories - tiny parts of what happened earlier appeared in her mind. “Holy shit” She remembered what she could only describe as a ghost attacking her and missing Smith. 'Why would a ghost lock me in a closet?'” she said in a low voice, pulling at her bonds. Then she heard a booming voice in the distance: “NO! » and then a fight. Broken glass. Scratched furniture. A girl screamed in fear. A wolf growled and then there was a shattering “bang” – followed by deafening silence. Jackey felt a wave of shivers travel from the back of her neck to her spine, then to her toes. She began to breathe in short, panicked breaths as she pulled at her bonds to untie herself. She continued to pull for a while and just when the bonds stretched enough, she released one hand. On the other hand, she began to work, when he was also free, she felt a feeling of relief overcome her. But that vaporized instantly when she heard heavy footsteps outside her door. Jackey wanted to run, she wanted to hide but in this cabin she knew she had been discovered. Carl opened the door, ripping it off its hinges. Light burst into the small space and he saw Jackey bundled up in the corner of the room - sobbing in fear of what was to come... middle of paper... and excitement as she began to climax. . Then she started to shiver but he didn't give in. Even though she was convulsing and spasming, he continued. She clawed at his back as his legs locked behind his back. He smiled slightly knowing he still had a few minutes left before he came. She felt another orgasm building in her lions even though she was still in the middle of the first. She laughed ridiculously then pulled herself together. Carl groaned as he too reached his climax. Every muscle in his body flexed for a moment, then he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her bulge. Then suddenly he felt stronger, more alive. His joints stopped hurting and his wounds stitched themselves together, leaving tiny scars as reminders that they had once been there. Danielle, for her part, fainted. Carl stood up and hugged her. from there he accompanied her to the cabin.