Just a game?

Elora's pov

I wake up to feel each and every muscle in my body aching in protest. Trying to get up seemed to be a task as bright sunrays hit my face.

Groaning. I was finally able to push myself up. Looking around at the familiar room.

His room.

Rubbing my forehead I try to remember the events of last night. And I wished I hadn't. Looking down to find myself almost naked under the sheets.

I gulp. Closing my eyes. Moving my head in a no.

Damn it. How did it came down to this!

What was in that elixir?

How am I still alive?

Memories flash of him sitting there on the sofa sipping his drink while I stripped my clothes in front of him. Screaming, begging for something.

He watched me withering in pain and in those weird feelings. He clearly sees me getting wet down there.

His eyes emotionless.

Immune to my body and begging.

I remember losing consciousness after a few hours of insatiable heat. I remember his eyes going hazy in my vision as I laid on the bed. Drenched in sweat and that wet