Page 33 of Draped in Plaid
“What are ye doing?” Rory asked me. “This man is a lunatic.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But we are all chained, naked, and drugged to a wall. There is no other way to get out of here except by agreeing. He swears it won’t hurt Shona and the baby. Plus this gives us all more time to think of a new plan.”
“When he lets me go, I’m going to kill him,” Rory murmured.
“I hope you do, husband.”
The man returned, pulling off everyone’s hoods except for Rory’s. I dared not glance from left to right, noting the naked bodies strapped to the wall from my peripheral vision.
“Who is ready for the fun to begin?” The man was still wearing his leather mask over his face, but I could see his eyes.
Dark as the devil. Vibrant with mad excitement. Like a child at a candy shop whose just been told he could have it all.
He struck a flint, the acrid scent only a whisper on the musty draft of the dungeon. The man held the flame beneath a metal tin. A fragrance released into the air, and he wafted it beneath our noses like warm incense.
Sweet vanilla and cinnamon. And something else, I couldn’t detect.
“Breathe deep, my lovelies. Breathe deep.”
At first, I resisted, not wanting to breathe in another drug. But the smell of it… Was so addicting. So intense, and I wanted more.
I breathed deep.
Again and again.
Let the heat of the aroma seep inside me.
I started to feel warm. Heady.
I licked my lips, suddenly needing to be closer to Rory. To touch him. To feel him on me. Inside me. Desire enveloped me in a tight bear hug, kneading the places where I ached for my husband.
“Moira,” Rory said. “I need ye…”
