Jackey awoke in a cold, lonely room. There was no light, except for a small opening under the door that was about a meter away from her. He tried to get up but couldn't, his hands were tied above his head to the separate ends of a thin steel pole. and his legs were wrapped in makeshift rope. The clothes were piled up in front of her - she thought they had been removed from the pole above her to make room for her to be tied up. He quickly realized what was happening. He pieced together his memories: tiny parts of what happened before appeared in his 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?" he said softly as he tightened his laces. Then he heard a booming voice in the distance "NO!" and then a wracket. Shattered glass. The furniture creaked. A girl screamed in fear. A wolf growled, then a shocking "bang" was heard, followed by a deafening silence. Jackey felt a wave of chills spread from the back of her neck down her spine and then down to her toes. He began breathing in panicked breaths in short breaths as he pulled at his bonds to loosen them. He continued to pull for a while and just when the bond had stretched enough, he slipped a free hand. Instead she began to work and when this too was free she felt a wave of relief wash over her. But that instantly vaporized when he heard a heavy step outside his door. Jackey wanted to run, she wanted to hide but in this cubicle she knew she had been discovered. Carl ripped the door open from its hinges. Light broke into the small space and he saw Jackey bundled up in the corner of the room - sobbing in fear of what would be... middle of paper... in excitement as she began to orgasm. . Then she began to tremble but he didn't give in. Even though she had convulsions and spasms, he continued to do so. It clawed at his back as his legs locked behind his back. He smiled slightly knowing he still had a few minutes 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 composed herself. Carl groaned as he too reached his peak. Every muscle in his body flexed for a moment, then he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her head. Then suddenly he felt stronger, more alive. His joints stopped hurting and his wounds healed, leaving little scars as a reminder that they were once there. Danielle, however, fainted. Carl stood up, holding her in his arms. from there he accompanied her to the cabin.