CRIMSON KISSES

CHAPTER 32

I woke up crying in the morning because my head was pounding as if someone was hammering nails into my skull. My eyes took in the view in front of me, and I realized that I was in a strange room.

What the fuck? Holy shit! Am I kidnapped? What happened last night? I looked down at myself and my clothes were changed! I tried standing up, but my vision blackened for a second, and I fell back down. This iron deficiency is going to get me killed one day.

Where the fuck am I? The door clicked open, and the most unexpected person walked inside. Dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants, just like the ones I was wearing, but mine were white, and his were gray.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"What... Am I doing here? And where am I?"

"You're in my mansion, sweetheart."

"Why? And who changed my clothes?"

My eyes traveled down to his hands, which held a food tray. Did he bring breakfast for me? He settled it on the nightstand and sat in front of me. I faced him with my sobbing face, and he gently cupped my face and kissed my forehead.

"Why... Am I at your house? Did you do something?"

A smirk plastered his lips, and I closed my eyes, trying to recall last night's incidents. After work, I went to a bar... alone. I was drinking... drinking. Someone touched me... the man fell down... Rafel appeared and then...

"I want you to remember how does it feels to be ravished by my Cock..And how does it feel to be at my mercy"

"From the flush on your face, I can tell you remember what happened?"

Oh God. I wish the earth would just open up a hole and swallow me whole to escape this embarrassment. I looked away, face-palming, and he laughed a bit... there go the butterflies in my stomach.

"I..."

"Yes, you what? You want me to keep up with your words from last night?"

I glared at him and punched his chest playfully, which he caught, pulling me closer to him. I looked into his eyes, and suddenly everything seemed fine. No more headache, no worries, no nightmares... nothing, just serenity and quietness.

"Happy birthday Swertheart"

Gone.

Whatever I felt in the past few seconds was gone, replaced with anger and sorrow. I pulled away from him and turned away from his gaze. There was nothing happy about this day.

"Why would you bring it up?"

"What is it? Last night you kept mumbling, 'It's my birthday... Save me, Daddy...'"

I froze in place. Did he hear it? What else did I blurt out last night? Why do these things always happen to me? Does he know? Did I say it out loud during my nightmare?

"I... I don't want to talk about it."

"Look, Valeria, I respect your boundaries, but I can't see you like this. You kept repeating the same sentence like a broken record. I need to know what broke you so much that you even hate to recall this day."

I gulped, trying to find the words to make him understand my situation. If I tell him, would he be disgusted by it? Would he stop seeing me the same? What if he judges me-

"No, I won't judge you."

I looked at him with utter surprise. Does he know how to read minds or something? I was trying my best not to bawl out in tears,I tried to pinpoint his emotions but couldn't find any.