There was a small jar of a colorless liquid Далее to her. She dipped her index finger in it and pulled it out again. She waited five unbearable секунды wherein she could hear Damon’s hectic breathing. She placed her finger on his shoulder blade and starting from there she formed letters. Though Damon only groaned, she saw him grasping the chains and pull his back, which made it difficult for her to write.
“What…what are you…doing?” he сказал(-а) weak.
“Ssh” Bonnie hissed. “Don’t talk and sit still. I need to concentrate” Ignoring Damon clenching his teeth she continued her inscription, while blood streamed over his back like minuscule creeks. She purposely wrote immense slow to let him suffer even еще and she wasn’t finished until she reached the bottom of his back.
“The pain’s going away, Ты know” Damon сказал(-а) with a whiff of his old sarcasm. “Eventually” He felt how Bonnie placed her hands on his burning shoulders and gasped. She bowed to his ear and whispered: “Not if I’m around to make sure Ты keep feeling it” She stood up and walked around Damon until she was standing in front of him. She bent down on her knees to be on eyesight with Damon and looked him in the eyes. Damon looked away, but was forced to look back at Bonnie. “Damon, I forbid Ты to Показать anyone what’s on your back” she сказал(-а) soft, but sharp. “Do Ты understand?”
Damon nodded.
“Now Ты need to be patient. Tonight Ты can hunt. But no humans” Bonnie said. “You know what happens when Ты harm people, then I would have to punish Ты and I don’t want to do that”
She walked passed him and walked out of the cell, leaving the door open. There was no need bothering closing it; the key of Damon’s prison involved something much less earthly than a door.
