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A hazy picture flashes in my head, accompanied by a low thudding pain.What was that?
I shake my head, my brows deepening in a confused frown.Red draperies…that couldn’t have been my memory. It must be his deep mesmerizing voice messing with my mind.
“You watched me touch myself, chérie,” he continues calmly. “Your eyes were glued to my dick as I convulsed from the intensity of my orgasm. I opened my eyes to you.”
I don’t know if it is the alluring timbre of his voice or the provocative rawness of his words, but my heart is racing widely in my chest.
Pulsing veins….
The devil’s mask…a majestic devil
Where did those thoughts come from…? What’s this wetness in my pussy?
“Even now, I can almost taste your hunger on my lips,” he murmurs softly. “The scent of your arousal is as heady as it was back then. You want me as much as you hate me, don’t you?”
A picture teases at the edges of my brain, but then I suddenly felt a splitting pain bolt through my skull.
“Ahhhh!” I scream, my back arching sharply from the intensity of the pain. It subsides a little but then returns with a vengeance that wracks my whole body. My body begins to convulse uncontrollably as an overwhelming pain seizes me. I can’t seem to emit any sound at this point.
He runs to my side, his face wrought with surprisingly genuine concern. “Wh…what’s wrong? What’s going on?” he sounds panicked as he searches my face and quickly unties the ropes that bind my hands behind the chair.
I want to call out to him, but I realize I don’t know his name. I don’t know why that fact saddens me. I try to raise my hand, but it falls helplessly by my side.
He scoops me in his arms and holds me against his chest.He sure is strong… and smells nice too.
The convulsions weaken my body
He’s moving now. The sound of the door tells me he’s carried me out of the room where he’d locked me for the past two days. My body has stopped shaking, but I barely have enough strength left to breathe.
“Abigail?” He calls my name, his voice filled with worry. “Please, stay awake okay? Stay with me. Abigail?”
It’s the first time he’s called my name…nobody has called my full name in an awfully long time. But whatever pleasure that tiny development brings is immediately lost in the fresh wave of pain that knocks the breath out of me. A soft gasp escapes my lips, and my body goes limp in his arms.
“Abigail? Abigail!”
My name has never sounded so good….Those were my last thoughts before succumbing to darkness's welcoming depths.
CHAPTERNINE
Pocus
“Why the fuck isn’t she opening her eyes?!” I snap at Graveyard. “It’s been five fucking hours!”
Graveyard calmly adjusted the fluid bag by her bedside. His brows deepened in a frown of complete concentration.
“Fucking say something, Graveyard,” I say, running my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time. I can’t describe the myriad of clashing emotions coursing through my veins at the moment, but I recognize the crushing weight of guilt.
“Calm down, Prez,” Seer says calmly by my side. “I’m sure she will be fine.”
“Does she look fine to you?” I say in a tight voice, glancing at the motionless form on the bed. Her skin had gone deathly pale, and her breathing was uneven and faint. She looked so fragile…how the hell didn’t I notice that before?
“Oh God, I did this,” I murmur, my chest constricting even more. “I fucking did this to her. If she dies, it’s all my fucking fault.”
“No one is dying, Prez,” Graveyard finally says. He turns away from her bed with a sigh and fixes me with a stern look. “She’ll be alright. She just needs lots of rest. For now, let’s talk in my office.”
I throw one last regretful glance at her before following Seer and Graveyard out of the dispensary.
Graveyard has barely sat in his chair when I slam my hand on his tabletop. “Tell me, what the hell is wrong with her? One minute she was fine, and the next, she just started to convulse.”
