78. COVENANT

~ Damon ~   This can’t be fúcking happening! Damon was never angrier in his life. He’s had many enemies before doing all sorts of things to get under his skin. He’s seen people he loves getting killed, he was tortured, got his bones broken, got beaten into pulp, and got shot at. But none of that compared to this level of torture. Celina had gone so low. Lower than the depths of hell. “Mmmhm,” she let out a long moan as she rocked her body against him. Her hand kept rubbing his manhood, forcing him to be something he was not. Damon’s entire body went tense. He was burning with a hot, raging fire. He pulled on the chains as hard as he could, harder than anything, ignoring the fact that he might break some bones. He didn’t care. He’d rather have two broken wrists than to have to sit there and take this. * CLANK!!! * And suddenly, there was a loud noise followed by the sound of the chains falling. Damon had pulled on the chains so hard, that they actually collapsed from the rings that held