This is wrong.
I might be hyperventilating, but it helps counteract the faintness, at least. Making sure to stand up very slowly, I sweep the room with my eyes. Clothes. I need my clothes.
Where the fuck did they go?
I know for a fact that they came off when I was still in the gym, even if the rest of the night is a black hole.
Abaddon could have, and probably did, fly me through the Abyss while I was fully naked. And there’s a significant number of angels in this city that could have seen me, too.
At what point did he fuck me until I was raw and bleeding? Was I conscious? Was he about to do it again before I woke up—whether or not I woke at all?
I… I have to be mistaken. This isn’tthat. It can’t be. I’ve lost my memory of it, but surely I was coherent at the time. Surely I consented. Abaddon wouldn’t do…that.
With a few wobbly steps, I make it to his armoire and rip it open. The first thing I find is a long-sleeve, button-up linen shirt, and I attempt to put it on—but the second I try to lift my arms over my head, my muscles immediately cry out in pain. That’s not going to happen. I have to lose a few more seconds to unbutton it, slip it over my arms, and re-button it.
Hurry. He’s coming.
I dig around, frantically, for something to cover my bare bottom. All I can find are his stupid trousers that are entirely too long for me, but at least they’re not too tight on my firecrotch. With a few twists of the extra fabric, I manage to get them to stay on?—
Just in time for Abaddon to walk back into the room, pushing a servant cart full of food. His head cocks to the side as he takes me in. “I could have gotten you some more appropriate clothes.”
“Could you just, like, magic this into something that fits a bit better?” I ask, trying not to sound too hasty. Food and water sound amazing, and I might have to stop for a few minutes to get some down,but Ineedto get out of this room. Just being in here is making me sick to my stomach, and worst of all, I don’t even know why.
Air brushes around me for a brief second, changing my clothes into an Abaddon version of my regular training apparel. I look down at the outfit, about to mutter some half-assed thank you, but then I feel a tug on my soul.
He’s fucking with my soul.
“You’re distressed,” he comments, confirming my suspicions. “Why?”
My eyes flash up to him, alight in anger. “I would prefer you not do that.”
“I am only trying to understand what you’re feeling since you will not tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just need some space, okay?” I snap back, stalking towards the food—but I stumble in the process, nearly fainting from dizziness again.
Abaddon’s at my side with impossible speed, swooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed. Within seconds, I’m lying down again. In this fucking bed.
Get out. Need to get out!
“Eat,” he commands, handing me a breakfast croissant. “Your blood sugar is very low.”
“Is it really,” I mutter idly, snatching the bread from him.
“Yes.”
As I take a few ravenous bites, he fetches the rest of the platter, bringing it to the bed. Unfortunately, I can’t eat fast enough to keep him from talking.
“Since your attempts to control your powers haven’t been successful here in the Abyss, I was thinking of taking you to the Academy for a while.”
“In Elohim?” That could be a better option than being stuck here with him, alone.
“Yes. There are also many public places where we could have our wedding when we get there. It would be the perfect opportunity for a show of power before we put you anywhere near the Populus.”
Don’t puke, don’t puke,don’t puke.
I swallow hard, then chug some water. “Okay. When do we leave?”
“As soon as you’d like.”
