Maisie
I was hungry.
Not the usual bone-deep hunger for sex that had been devouring me for days. This was different. This was a ravaging, stomach-eating monster that made even my constant need for sex feel secondary.
When I tried to stand, the chains snapped like brittle twigs against my wrists. The moment I put weight on my legs, they buckled. I crashed face-first onto the marble floor with a loud smack.
I caught my reflection on the polished surface and mindless as I was, I knew something was definitely wrong.
My lashes were ridiculously long and thick, my eyebrows perfectly arched like I'd spent hours in front of a mirror. My legs looked longer, leaner, and unnaturally toned. My skin was smoother, paler, almost glowing.
Even my hands looked delicate and elegant, like they belonged to a woman who had never done a day of hard work in her life.
