Ethereal Pleasure | Venable vs Winters

Chapter 12 | Don't Let Me Down

Your body collapses on where you are, out of exhaustion from the recent accident. Wilhemina noticed your scratched-up leather jacket and pants. So she called few maids to take care of you as she can't get you to wake up.

As you gain consciousness, you feel a wet towel is being damp over your shoulder. You slowly open your eyes and blink few times to clear your vision only to see Wilhemina is holding your arm while doing the work. 

You groan painfully as weight is put over your bruised elbow. "Shh, it's okay. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." Her hand is put over your chest to stop you when you're about to sit up. 

Your (e/c) orbs just watch her while she's wiping your arms clean. Not long enough, your eyelids heavies, and you fall back to sleep.

A few hours later, you awake and you just stare blankly at the white-painted ceiling. You slightly tilt your body sidewards only to find yourself alone on a different bed. Muscles are aching as well as your head, skin is wounded as each scar brush against the fabric of the blanket over you, and half of your body is heavy from the force of going sideways.

You finally decided to sit up and look for your eyeglasses on the nightstand but it's not there. Groaning in irritation due to the fact that you can't see clearly and your body feels like giving up on you.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

Oh God, it's Venable.

You turn your gaze across the room where Wilhemina is resting on a cream-colored wing chair while enjoying her morning cup of tea. Her mouth slightly pouts as she blows over the liquid to cool its temperature down while she eyes you with delight.

"Good morning." Rubbing your tired eye and greets her back with a sleepy voice. Then you look down at what you're wearing since you feel clean and comfortable. You're dressed in a black sleeveless nightgown. 

At least she has another color of clothes other than violet.

Eyes are wandering and you're wondering where you are right now, knowing that this isn't her room. It's minimalist but it's spacious. "Where am I?  What am I doing here?" You lay your eyes back to her and making eye contact. "And what happened yesterday?" 

"You're in your room, you'll be staying here when I ask you to come to my house." She puts the cup to a saucer over the white round side table after taking a sip. "You were drunk last night and you passed out after you finally agreed to our deal. Can you tell me what happened?" Her fingers repeatedly drum over the purple felt fabric of the armrest.

You keep quiet for few minutes as you try to recall yesterday's events before blacking out. Exhaling a breath of remorse then you begin your story as you try your best to recall it. "I was planning to go to my best friend's house but somehow I ended up going here." Examining your body and your treated wounds as you continue. "My ride suddenly malfunctioned, I lost my balance and crashed myself. Causing all of this to happen." Slightly raising your arms to show her the damage.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Miss Venable." You avoid eye contact with her as you appreciate her actions. Timidly and currently not knowing your place as you know that she's now above you.

Soft chuckles escape from her purple lips as she clutches on her cane and rises from her seat to strut in front of you. "It's my job to look after my sweet little angel." Slowly, she takes a seat next to your front. "I'm keeping my promises and I hope you keep yours as well." Her slender fingers grab your chin to pull your attention to her.

"I will, as promised." Gulping a lump of nerves as she gets closer since you're not used to this kind of treatment. Only Wilhemina has the power to rule over you. Every time her soft skin met yours, you weaken as if she's sucking your life force off you.