Desiree has been here before. Tied tight, gagged and at the mercy of Moraxian. She had no idea what he wanted with her. He always tied her, gagged her and left her in some state of undress. Sometimes he made it look like she was in peril, and Desiree never knew if it was real or not, if any of those times were the end.

But now, she just sat on the bed. Naked, bound, helpless, gagged, and just making eye contact with her captor. He seemed amused, like he knew something that Desiree didn't know. But for now, there was no danger necessarily, just captivity.