GRAYSON WRAPPED THE CHAIN AROUND HIS WAIST AND WRISTS, locking it tightly with a silver lock. Maybe the beast won't break it this time; for the past couple of months, the pain inside him grew, and the beast always seemed to surface each night. He couldn't remember what he had done the previous nights. The memories remain foggy within his mind.
He laced the chains in wolfsbane; the substance wasn't going to kill him, not like when he was younger, the beast became immune to it somehow, yet it still held an effect on him, very minor, but it did its job when he laced it with vervain and silver.
The pain within his gut churned like a hot burning fire that never stopped fuming inside. Grayson's mind remained confused; he didn't know the origin of this pain. What was it? He didn't know what was happening to his body; nothing has changed. It was a vicious cycle he didn't know how to break.
