Free At Last

Flora was half asleep. She was probably delusional. Then she felt some rough lips touching, caressing, suffocating hers, and she lost consciousness for good. The kiss was hard, yet sweet and warm. She couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. But she could tell that it was the sweetest feeling ever. The only kisses she got after her mother’s death, were Jack’s kisses. And they were extremely painful and harsh. But although this kiss is masculine and tough, it was gentle too. And it was gentle enough to drive the anxious heart of Flora, to calm down.

When Flora woke up. She was clean and tidy. Someone showered her, removed her makeup, and changed her clothes into a white nightgown. Flora tried to stand up but two things prevented her: The first was her stomach ache, and the second was the red ropes chaining her hands. She looked around to ask for help when she saw him sitting next to her bed.

Claude almost fell asleep by the bed of Flora. Under the fragile light of the cloudy morning,