Chapter 13: Desire

Logan

I groan as I feel myself slowly start to wake up. My head is pounding and my body feels like it's on fire. I could feel his hands, like they were still on me. Everything inside me screams that something is different, I feel like myself, but not quite. It takes a moment, but eventually I can focus enough to realize that I'm in a complete different room. Panic starts to set in as I try to remember how I got here, but my mind is foggy and nothing comes to me.

I try to sit up, but my muscles feel sluggish and weak. It's like I'm moving through molasses. It takes all of my willpower just to get to a sitting position, but once I do, I'm able to look around and get my bearings. The room is dark and dreary, with heavy curtains blocking out all the light. There's a large four-poster bed across the room, and a dresser against the wall. A fireplace burns merrily in the corner, but it doesn't do much to dispel the gloom. Despite the ominous ambiance, I can't help but feel like I've been her