Irene
My head is spinning like a windmill. Heat courses down my veins, punishing my core with sinful need.
What are these idiots going to do to me?
I try to open my eyes, but they're too heavy for me, so I just keep them shut.
Wait, where am I?
I fling my eyes open almost immediately after that thought. I look around dazed for a while. I'm definitely not back at that event, nor am I at my house, so where am I?
That's when it clicks. I'm in some kind of hotel room.
The king sized bed is scattered with rose petals. Red, and white candles light the room rounding the bed. The room scents of honey, and something I don't recognize.
"What the hell is this? Who did this to me?" I try to yell, but surprisingly my voice comes out in a miserable squeak.
"What the—"
A figure enters into the room, sauntering towards the bed.
"Who are you? What have you done to me?" My voice comes out in a labored breaths.
