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Part two! (See CW on first post + food control and feeding, breeding) cont.: And the exterior drawbar does not fall into place.

Slowly, Steve struggles up, watching and listening as clanking of metal armor and footsteps march away. Down the stairs of his tower. He barely breathes, waiting, but hears nothing beyond the door for a long moment. Steve scans the room, spotting the glint of the dagger the alpha, Eddie, threw.

Steve shrugs off the embroidered blanket and starts a new struggle against his silk restraints, chafing his wrists horribly by pulling and twisting his hands in the tightly knotted fabric. His skin gives first, stinging and swollen red. Steve growls, cursing the alpha and his skilled hands

But he manages to get his shoulder under the bedframe, groaning with effort as he manages to barely lift the heavy frame off the floor. Panting, he tries again - the wood cuts into his shoulder, his face grows hot, temple sweating. The bed creaks, lifts, just enough that he can pull his hands out.

Wasn't he worried at all that Steve would flee him too? Perhaps he was a little worried, Steve allows as he starts pulling at the complicated series of knots around his ankles and calves. It takes long, cold sweat moments plucking at and pulling apart the silken strips before his feet are free.

Steve stands on trembling, jittery legs and stumbles across the tower to retrieve the knife. He holds it awkwardly in his bound hands. No good. Thinking quickly, he jabs the point into the hardwood bedframe, and begins rubbing the binds across the sharp edge, slowly at first and then frantic

as the fibers start to fray and fall away. It's working! In a moment he'll be free, he'll be free and he can– he can– As his silk restraints fall around his knees, Steve wonders just what exactly he was going to do next. A cursory peek over the window's ledge reveals a blackened and smoking castle