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As always, that damn curiosity gets me into trouble.

I begin to feel as if the heat is coming from within me, not from the environment, directly from my belly, tightening. It's not a colic. Not exactly. It's like a pulse. Hot agony.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus on something else, anything other than this pulse, and then my lungs fill with a delicious smell, like wet wood in the sea. A salty, warm, damp, enticing scent.

I turn my face to the left, but I bite my tongue when I see that it's my captor.

That smell comes from him and I can feel it because of the effect of the flower. Oh, no... I'm so silent that the wolf asks twice if I'm okay. Last time my response was almost a scream. I want you to leave me alone in your private rooms and disappear for the rest of the day. But of course he doesn't do that. No. Instead of leaving me alone as he usually does, he takes off his heavy armor-like coat and places it on the back of the chair after securing me in the floor vise.

I have no