Patron Delgrad turned to the other side, then opened his eyes. He was awake almost immediately, still lying in the bed, looking calmly around, searching for whatever woke him. It felt strange as if some cold breeze tickled him. It smelled like dreams and tasted like desire.

Then he noticed her. Chained to the wall, as he left her in her cell but now in his room, just in front of his bed. Defiance and fear reflecting on her face, her skin smooth as silk. Mists swirled around her feet and crawled up the wall.

‘I am still dreaming’ he realized with a surprise. ‘But it makes sense. After all, I had trouble to sleep. Thinking what I can and will do in the morning’

He left his bed, cold floor chilled on his feet. ‘why is my dream so cold?’ he wondered.

“I think you will have to warm me a little” he smiled at the girl, walking towards her. His nightgown fell to the ground after two steps, he felt the blood rushing in his veins, heart beating as he stood before her, on his lips wicked grin.

“I would be a fool to let you go. I won’t even sell you. Not until I have enough” he ran his fingers down her face, pinched and twisted nipple, as hard as he could, watching her so satisfying expression, as she let out a muffled scream.

Then he dragged her closer, her chains rattled as she tried to free herself, to escape his embrace. He bit her neck, feeling pleasant chills as she shivered and hissed.

Then the pleasant chills turned to icy grasp on his spine. He looked up just to see her face turn. And he was looking on himself.

“What the…” his voice sounded strange. Girlish. He took a step back and he saw as chains fade from her, no him, and she, he stepped forward. And in hers, his, hand appeared bone mace, mace carved to resemble serpent skull, with two glowing rubies as eyes. And she, he, swung the mace. And he, she, fell to the ground and darkness embraced him.