His Jealousy

[Brielle’s POV]

The next morning, I wake to find I'm alone and can't help but wonder if everything that happened last night was a figment of my imagination to stop the spiral I was going through. However, when I look down and find signs of L's presence all over my body, I know that it was real.

“He was here,” I sigh, slowly sitting up while my pussy stings as a reminder of L's merciless attack.

L was, in fact, here. He was in my home, and despite that, I still didn't know what he looked like since he was wearing a mask the whole time.

Was that the trick to getting him to appear? To breakdown in despair and spiral out of control? I wasn't sure, and honestly, I wasn't brave enough to test it.

When I remembered the night that my parents were killed and I was attacked, all I could see was darkness, and all I could feel was pain. To even dig up those memories left me drowning, and because of that, I didn’t like to remember them. Some would say it meant I never truly dealt with my demons, b