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I woke up with a groan, my head almost blasting with pain. The throbbing pain in my head was very familiar to me. It always happens when I change my personality. I don't even remember a fuck from before.
I tried to get down the bed when the faint sunrays peeping through the curtains fell on me.
I turned my head to my right to find out that it was early morning but as much as I remember, I came home last night drunk.
I must have passed out. I was about to bring my right leg down when the sound of chains clicking caught my attention. I looked at my right to see the most horrifying scene I'd never wish to see in the morning.
Anika was tied up to the bed, her hands hung from the headboard, handcuffs were around them. Throwing away the duvet, I saw her legs were also tied up to the bed poles with chains. Her naked body was lying in an uncomfortable position. My shocked gaze went up to her face. Despite the uncomfortable position, her face was calm. Her long hair was scattered over the pillow, a few strands covering her face.
I removed the strands slowly, trying not to wake up. I turned on the bedside lamps and then looked back at her to feel a pang of guilt shoot right through my heart. Her face and tear stains, her wrists had some red marks and ankles too.
I regret coming home last night. I should've stayed outside. Atleast I wouldn't have hurt her like that.
I hurriedly looked for the keys and fortunately, they were lying on the ground. I wrapped a towel around me, kept on the chair nearby before running to her and unlocked the shits. I felt like stabbing myself for hurting her like that.
I gulped down the lump forming in my throat, thinking about all the pain I must've made her go through which I fucking fantastically don't even remember. I feel like banging my head on the wall.
I ran into the washroom before filling a small tub with warm water and took a towel with it. Taking them in my hands, I hurriedly strode out of the washroom before sitting down on the bed, in between her legs.
Placing the tub properly on the bed, I slowly parted her legs, making sure she doesn't wake up.
The next moment my gaze fell on the red stains on the bed.
I made her fucking bleed. I must've behaved like a monster with my other personality. A fear crept inside me, anticipating the harm I had caused her. I don't even know which cruel form I had changed into.
Keeping aside the thoughts for now, I started slowly cleaning her womanhood, dipping the towel repeatedly in the water and wiping off the cvm and blood. I, the fucking bastard, didn't even use lube. I swear I can't wait even imagine the pain I made her go through.
I'd have been happy to remember everything we had done last night only if I had been in my right mind. I fear the thought of forcing her. I swear I'll give myself the most horrible death that my enemies might not have got, if I did something like that to her.
