FALLEN: A New Adult Romance (First of the FALLEN Trilogy)

Welcome To The Dungeon

I guess you could blame it on me if we are running a bit late. I wanted to shower before heading to the event, and I just got caught up in it. There were all of Mace's shower gels and shampoos. I had to smell them all. And maybe I reveled a little too much under the smell and tried each bottle. Maybe.

I tried on the lingerie he bought me, and I felt yes sexy, but also very uneasy about having him spoil me like this. Nobody ever did. I felt like I didn't deserve it. He quickly reassured me. With the most gorgeous spark in his eyes, he said it was mostly a gift for him to see me like this. I don't know what I did in this life to deserve such a wonderful man who cherishes me that way. I painted my face with shades of pink on my eyes and darker blush on my cheeks to go well with the bright red glossy lipstick on my lips. I feel the most confident I have ever felt in myself.

Nerves are eating me alive as we walk to the building. I feel so cold. I have only a little black dress to hide my nakedness. Mace, on the other hand, looks ravishing. He wears a full-on suit. Black jacket, black trousers, buttoned-up black shirt. He ditched his glasses for contacts, even though he hates wearing them. He has his brown leather satchel hanging on his shoulder. He traded his numerous books and essays for floggers and his aftercare stuff. I have no idea what I have agreed to do with him today, but I trust him. He told me this would be pleasant and that I would enjoy myself. I don't doubt it, but I feel especially nervous about walking around with the lingerie he asked me to wear underneath my dress. Once again, he told me I could keep my dress on but not judge or be surprised at those who walk around in costumes or even naked. But either way, I would never judge anybody because I wouldn't like them to judge me in return.

We've parked not even a minute away, at an old church — how ironic is it for what we're about to do —, but the walk seems to take forever. The night is dark, and the neighbour building is being redone. It's creepy, to say the least. Any serial killer could be hiding there! But there's nothing to worry about with Marcel on my side.

And yet—

As I think that nothing is going to happen to us, I am proven wrong. Marcel stops walking in the middle of the deserted street, and I can hear it.

"Let me go, you bloody wanker!" A man exclaims, he didn't scream, but it was loud enough for us to hear better this time. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

Marcel reacts like a dog and looks the way the sound came from. I am petrified now! I had to think about all the bad things that could happen to us for it to be kind of real. We are witnessing a crime of some sort right now. I am freaking out! What should we do?!?!

Marcel didn't take the time to get lost in his thoughts at all. He is immediately reacting. His hand leaves mine to touch my shoulder the moment he speaks.

"Stay here in case there's anything bad going on. I'll be back." He says to me with a steady voice and runs immediately to the sound. He fucking leaves me alone, in the middle of nowhere, next to the creepy building, on my own!!!

As if I wasn't scared enough as it is! This man is crazy thinking I will stay here and patiently await his return. What the fuck! He is running, and he's soon out of my sight. I quickly follow him, running the fastest I can in my heels. It isn't fast at all, but I can't stay back there if something is about to happen to Mace or to anyone, for that matter. I turn the corner of the building and hear Marcel getting in the middle of the argument.

"Hey!! What's going on back here?!" I hear him but can't see him yet. I don't know where the fuck he is. I just pray that nothing will happen to him. Why didn't he call the police instead?! "Leave this man alone!"