Nightmare
Diego watched Claira leave without looking back, leaving a pain in his chest he couldn't describe. His cell was cold, dark, and empty, not to mention he was still chained to the floor. Diego was still hot and bothered by her, as her scent still lingered in the cell around him. It was faint now but it was still there. His pants were uncomfortable as his cock strained to break free. He shifted again trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was no use, he could only move an inch or two.
He sighed, as he pulled on the chains to his wrist looking down at them. He could only bring them us to waist, wait...He tested them out again pulling on the chains once more. When he fist got here, he wasn't able to move the chains at all, and now he was able to bring his arms up to his waist. Diego smirked to himself, as he inspected the chains. They didn't look any different, but they sure were looser then before.
"Kiss me then."
