The wolfsbane—or whatever potion it was that they gave him, did not wear out of his system. As a matter of fact, each day got worse, and no matter how strong he thought he could hold on, his body failed him.

There was one thing that kept him sane and conscious: the thought of Lucy. Her naked body. He was weak, yet he had a hard-on just thinking about her. Imagining her mouth around the tip of his erection, licking and sucking the swollen head like she needed it to survive.

The pleasure that encompassed him was enough to drown his pain and discomfort.

"Mr... Kain?"

The old man from...