“Look at you,” Azrael hummed, pulling my eyes back to the mirror.
His hand had tightened around his cane, his eyes scanning over me, warming my body from foot to head, flooding me with goosebumps.
“Get on the altar,” he ordered me. “Lie down.”
I turned back to the altar, sanding my fingers together. It looked so small, too small to truly be comfortable. How was I supposed to lay on something that had a large, curved pillow in the center of it anyway?
“The pillow goes in the center of your spine,” he explained, his voice low. “Lie on your back, let your limbs fall naturally.”
My heart was pounding in my ears. Okay, it seemed easy enough.
I inhaled deeply and crawled up onto the altar, the rough edge of the altar digging into my skin painfully as I tried to shift onto my back.
The curved pillow hardly gave at all as I laid down. It stretched my spine, my head falling off the altar on the mirror side, my legs falling to either side of the altar, exposing all of me to the room.
I shivered again. It actually felt good. The way my body stretched around the pillow, my limbs elongated, it felt relaxing. I wondered if I could get one of these pillows in the bed. Not to fall asleep on, but just to help me stretch before falling asleep.
When my attention fell to the mirror, finding myself reflected back, I froze. Suddenly everything fell away when I locked eyes with myself for the first time in as long as I could remember.
I had hazel eyes. How had I forgotten that? Hazel. Brown and green and gold. They were beautiful and bright, and they held as much dark weight as Azrael’s always had.
My hair fell in waves down to the stone floor, pooling on the platform in beautiful waves of near black and snow-white. Myneck was long, my jaw soft, my breasts falling towards my neck, nipples pink.
My eyes returned to find themselves. Hazel. They were hazel. My mother’s eyes had been blue-green. I didn’t look anything like her, not even a little bit.
I felt my eyes burn just as Azrael came into view. “Do you like how you look in the mirror, Scarlett?”
I found his eyes, feeling the tears slip down into my hairline. I didn’t look anything like her, and I wasrelieved.
He crouched down to the right of my head, watching the tears drip. “Those won’t be the only ones that will fall tonight,” he told me almost threateningly. He found my eyes, that chill filling his ocean eyes, his pupils so wide, I saw the lunar eclipse.
He turned towards my right hand and grabbed something underneath it, the sound of a chain meeting my ears.
I looked over, seeing a chain bolted to the stone on the far corner of the platform. At the other end of it was a thick metal cuff lined in leather.
He wrapped it around my wrist, stretching my right side out, and buckled me in.
My eyes widened in panic, my body shaking in need.
He stood and walked over to my left side, putting my left wrist in the same shackle, the bracelet resting against it, adding an extra weight to that arm.
I released a breath, pulling at the restraints, feeling the muscles and joints in my upper body stretching tight. There was almost no give at all. They pulled against my hands, cutting off most of the blood supply, causing my fingers to go tingly within seconds.
Azrael walked around the other side, and I tried to lift my head to watch him, but I couldn’t. All I could do was look at the slightly angled mirror, watching him kneel at the left corner of the platform and wrap my ankle in another shackle.
I felt my body stretch tight, my spine elongating, my legs spreading a little more, the chill breeze in the room drifting over my pussy, causing me to shiver violently.
I could feel the cold stone press into my upper back and butt, my thighs digging into the edge of the altar painfully.
When he shackled my right ankle, I could feel my entire body go taut, and, not for the first time, I was glad for all the stretching I had done.
Azrael stood, and I could see him from between my legs, over my curved body, his eyes finding mine in the reflection. “Now is the time we find out if those vocal cords of yours are even capable of making noise anymore.”
I fisted my hands, pulling at the restraints again, the blood rushing to my head. I tried to wiggle, tried to push my legs together, just to relieve the throbbing, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything.
I was at his mercy.
And holy hell if that didn’t make my arousal unbearable.
