He felt sticky with shame and his legs were weak and weird. He slid down the pillar, unable to keep himself up. He closed his eyes for a moment and then shivered. He felt cold now the heat had finally left his body. He had gone from on fire to damp smoulders. Leaning his head against the pillar, he opened his eyes and looked up at Jonathan.

Then he nodded slowly. He guess it was what he wanted. He still didn't know, was he into him or was he just drunk or something? "My arms are killing me, you rotten bastard. Untie me."