The Room

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(Rogue POV)

I stood silently, clenching my fists.  The intense anger and hatred I felt at that moment made the blood boil in my veins.  I had no choice but to do what she wanted, I had no idea where she was keeping Sting.

You can do what you will with me, then you will let him go, unharmed, or you will not be forgiven. 

Elizabeth walked around behind me running her hand across my back, around my shoulder, and onto my chest.  She looked up into my eyes with a sinister look on her face, placed her other cold hand on my cheek and said, I knew you would become mine!   Then she raised up and her red lips met mine.  She held the back of my head and pushed herself deeper into the kiss.  As she released me from her kiss, I started feeling dizzy.  Poison?  No, an aphrodisiac! I could feel my body heating up and my senses were enhanced.

Are you feeling the effects of my kiss?  My lipstick contains a special potion I developed just for you my love!  Don't call me that!  I am not your love!  She took me by the hand and pulled me towards her bedroom. 

We walked into her room but to my surprise, didn't stop there.  She led me through another door leading down a dark hallway.  Where is she taking me? I thought. I wonder if Sting is here somewhere?

At the end of the hallway was a room lit up only by red light.  The effects of the drug were becoming more intense, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my head. My skin felt an uncomfortable tingle like a million needle pricks all over my body, and I could feel sweat dripping down my chest and back. Elizabeth pushed me down on a narrow black table and raised my arms above my head, securing them with leather straps.  What have I gotten myself into I nervously though but kept myself calm knowing I was doing this to save Sting. I would do anything to keep him safe, he is my whole world, my light in the shadows.

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