What the heck happened yesterday? It all felt hazy. Azxel woke up in a dimly lit room, the air still heavy from whatever had gone down last night. The memories came back in pieces, How Sky breath had tickled his neck, the way he had been handled, the way he had frozen and melted at the same time. His body reacted before his brain fully caught up. He turned around the bed but if course, it was empty. The psycho had decided to leave him alone, like Azxel was some toy he could drop anytime he feels like, Azxel didn't want to see the bad side for now, so he smiled at the thought of last night. Azxel pushed himself up, his legs slightly unsteady, and walked around the room. He didn’t know why he was looking around but he felt like it. His gaze fell on the things scattered around the little table by the room, the small stab knife, the chains, restraints, candles, cigarettes and a kit loaded with heavy BDSM tools. Things Sky had touched… maybe used… maybe planned to use. Azxel’s cheek
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