The feeling refused to abate, in fact it intensified over the hours and days that passed. Would they come back to free me, how was I supposed to feed if I was here? Had they even thought about that?
A feral growl began to escape from my lips, the noise filling the space that I occupied. The sound hurt my ears then just a quickly as it started, it stopped. It died on my lips, something or rather someone stopped it dead in it's tracks. My hunger and need were quickly brought under control, this shocked me, then I felt the waves of calm wash over me. There was only one person who could do this to me, Jasper. He couldn't be here, could he?