I stood nearby and watched him struggling until he was sitting upright again. This time he used both hands to keep himself propped up. The blood was s...eping from his nose, oozing over his lips and beginning to drip off the point of his chin.I asked, "Did you kill Sarah Leighton?"He blinked rapidly. His mouth fell open a bit and the blood was now staining his front teeth. "Sarah — she was murdered?" She was."He was shaking his head and his eyes were clouded. This guy was no actor. I was certain. "It is indeed," Dale replied with a smile."I'd be happy to escort you there and provide any assistance you may require." Lead the way Ben."For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, Dale played a variety of games generally losing much more than he won. As he was now becoming somewhat accustomed to, the eyes of the women in the immediate vicinity were frequently gazing in his direction and the men treated him with extreme deference. Quite often other players or observers would ask. I twitched restlessly in bed as I felt the wind lap at my flesh. Why was I naked? I remembered putting on my nighty as usual, why was I naked on top of the bed, no covers. I rolled over to check my phone. Uh? What the fuck. My hands were tied to the bed posts, handcuffed in fact in elaborate chains that held my wrists together as well. I looked down, my ankles were too bound by another set of straps and fixed firmly to the far end of the bed. Ooh he wants to play a naughty little sex game with. Dane slipped his arms around me, trailing his fingers over my ribs. “This place is beautiful.” His words were whispered against the skin of my neck, and made me shiver. I didn’t turn. “Ever since I first saw this place I wanted to make love in it.” Turning I nipped his lower lip. “But only with you.” Slowly I slipped the buttons on the front of his vest free and pushed it off his shoulders letting it fall to the ground. Then smiling, I stepped back and unhooked my cloak letting it slide down.