I woke up with a pain that seemed deadly. When I looked at the source of the pain, there was a small, black tattoo of a triangle with one line coming out of it on my right wrist. I did not do this; Abel did. While I was so mesmerized by the tattoo, I didn't even notice that I was not in my bed, or even my own home. Or Dulovo. I was in someone's home; Abel's home most likely. I look at the clock; it's 6 a.m. I quickly get flashbacks of yesterday. He..He took advantage of me, in a way. Or completely, I don't know. Then I look down. No clothes; I'm completely naked. There I was, sitting in someone's bed with no clothes on, completely perplexed. Suddenly, I see a tall figure in the corner of the room. There's definitely something in his hands. Something sharp. He comes a little closer until I am able to make out the face of the human. In my head I am fighting the urge to run or even scream for help.
Abel.
