An hour has passed.“When do you think he would wake up?” “I don’t know. He’s not supposed to wake until the third hour.”“But he’s been twitching for thirty minutes now; he looks like he could wake up any time now—“Someone sucked in his breath. “Oh my goddess, just shut up already. I told you to stay there and keep your fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” “…”“Your job is to sleep with him, carry his child, and shut the fuck up. Do you get that?!”“Yes, sir. I'm sorry.” There was a pause.“You there. Check if his going to wake up soon.”Footsteps.The first thing Lucero felt after he gained consciousness was pain. Pain throbbing at the back of his skull, as if a hammer was hitting him. Then the scent. It was everywhere. Thick, suffocating, and repugnant. The smell was a mix of blood, metal, perfumes, and chemicals. The pain he felt at the back of his head doubled. He groaned, eyebrows furrowing more than they already were. He slowly opened his eyes, struggling to make sense of the
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