“No, best to let him scream,” I decided.
“Oh, yes, sir. I know just the suite for you!” He turned to his men. “Take him to Forget-me-Not Suite,” he told them. “Put him to bed, but don’t do anything else.”
I watched as Ghost began to struggle. “I can walk, thank you very much! And why are we at a hotel?”
“Hotel,” the sergeant sniggered. “That’d be the day.” He wrote the booking down.
“Leave him shackled today and tomorrow, cut his clothes off. Nothing else except a rinse down. I can’t stand the stench of piss and shit.” I shuddered. Blood was one thing, I liked the tang of it in my mouth as I bit down.
“Food?” he asked.
“Not until tomorrow.” With that, I closed the portal, my hands shaking from the mental strain I’d been under holding it open for so long. I really did need a good fuck and some blood. That would restore my energy, along with a night of good sleep. Too bad sex would have to wait.
