Jay brought me to Samuel for treatment. I didn't even recall how we got there. My mind was blank the entire time, all I did was to smile faintly in a flashing reaction when I realized again that I should be glad that I was still alive. I couldn't remember if I thanked Jay for saving me or not. Moreover, I felt pathetic, I cried inside sinking in self-pity, yet not even a single tear floated out of my eye. I became numb. I heard an indistinct voice coming to my ears, a repeating sound calling familiar syllables, a male voice…“Ana… Ana! Do you hear me?” Samuel kept calling me for some time.“Y…yes,” I replied with a low voice like I was waking up from a dream.“Your neck is quite swollen, try not to force your larynx muscles too much for few days. You might have troubles with speaking louder… but it will pass,” he explained carefully observing my reactions.I could tell that he wasn't sure if

The driver brought me in front of something that looked like an abandoned warehouse. It was a three storeys high building, full of big, dirty windows with no clear development inside. I asked a few times to confirm if it was the right place. The driver told me only to walk through the main entrance.I got off the car, and he drove away… I had nothing left to do but to follow what he said. I got inside through a metal door and found myself inside something that looked like an old, unused for years reception. It looked odd. There was a big desk, cover in dust on my left side, a big wall with no door in front of me, and a small, clean, and completely unmatching the rest of the stuff there, black table on my right. At that point I decided to call Jay.“I'm inside… this reception… or whatever… What do I do now?” I looked forward for any instructions.“Turn around,” Jay chuckled.When I looked behind I saw him

I woke up the next day thinking that I even wouldn't be able to lift my head up, but it actually wasn't that bad. It was painful but bearable. My aching heart was something that wasn't that easy to ignore… I couldn't stop thinking about Hiro, I hoped that he was feeling fine, and that he would quickly make progress in his investigation in Hong Kong. I wanted to see him, touch him… I missed him terribly.Once again I found the solution to my yearning in writing. Unfortunately, my mood didn't improved much, even thought my novel was finally starting to earn me some money. The amount of my readers grew with every day, I knew I should be happy… and I was, somewhere in my heart, but I couldn't paint even a fainting smile on my face. My overwhelming sadness possessed few following chapters and I created a full of despair thread between my Troy and Serenity. After flooding the story with my loneliness I surprisingly felt better, like I got it off my chest. By th

Hiro burst into my salon hurriedly dropping off his jacket along the way. He came straight to me. I thought that I should greet him somehow, but he interrupted me with passionate kisses. He grabbed the back of my head pulling me close and not letting me run away from his grasp. One moment he stopped and threw me against the nearest wall, I was so overwhelmed I couldn't say a single word. He also stood silent, just gazed at me so intensively that I had trouble breathing. He abruptly took off his shirt, came close and started kissing me again. His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs…There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses.He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezi

After Hiro left, I felt like my rational part of mind took absolute control over my body. I guess there was something like a “protect the heart” button inside of me, and the system work, it worked too well. I became absolutely indifferent.I texted Jay to make an appointment for the next training, since I already missed the one that was supposed to be at 6 AM, he proposed for our practice to be in the late afternoon, I agreed. I wanted to focus on something, anything other than thinking.Nevertheless, it was only noon, and there were tons of thoughts colliding inside my mind. Most of them were annoying, they were all giving me arguments showing how pathetic I was. But the most irritating thing was, that I wasn't able to shut them up.“Ana, do you know what it means if someone is fine with risking your life just so he could prove to himself that it was ok to share information with you? It means that he doesn't give a shit about you! It means tha