18+| Warning: Explicit sexual contents and mature language.
All that Claire needs is an adventure of a lifetime. Being a Rapunzel in the castle, surrounded with all lavish one could possibly need, she was still deprived of something very essential;...
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The storm had finally passed. When Claire fluttered her eyes open, a burst of sunshine spewed through the thin, white binders of the window. Cramped underneath the duvet, she couldn't feel a thing other than her sore body and hazed memories flashing back so quickly that they jolted her fully awake.
Am I dead? Panic seared through her, and immediately she took in her surroundings while propping herself onto her elbows to sit upright. The ivory ceiling was high above her, and the bed was too big and certainly not hers. No, this wasn't her home, so where the hell was she?
The cemetery... Bruno... rain, lots of rain... panic... Oh, the stranger in a trench coat.
Claire collected the pieces together, and her breath quickened rapidly. Everything was clear now except for the rescue part. Another roar of thunder and her fuse broke, she recalled. However, despite the blackout in her brain, she could still remember the feeling of being held by strong arms amid the rainfall.
"Oh God," she breathed, struggling to scramble out of the huge duvet while ignoring the fact that she was in an oversized sweater and cotton joggers that maybe belonged to a guy.
But the warmth and comfort she felt through them were godsent.
"Take it easy, miss," a soft voice muttered, throwing Claire back on the bed.
An old woman walked in, holding a stack of clean towels that she soon put down on the bedside table.
"How are you feeling? You were burning with a fever a while ago, so I had to sponge you. I'm glad it did the trick." Her voice was as warm as the smile adorning her round face, and a sloppy bun of graying hair stood neatly atop her head.
But Claire was wary. She was still at the corner of the bed, her back against the headboard with eyes on the old lady who gave her a concerned look.
"I-I think I'm fine," she croaked.
"Oh, thank heavens." Smiling once again, the old lady grabbed the edge of the duvet and peeled it off the bed, her plump body moving gracefully as she shifted to another side, taking the woolen sheet away.
"I'm sorry to ask but... Where am I and how did I get here?" Claire couldn't contain her curiosity the more she trained her lackluster eyes around the Victorian-style bedroom and back to her caretaker.
"You don't remember?" the old lady queried, her big gentle eyes bearing some kind of sympathy toward her.
Claire didn't like that kind of look, but she understood. Everyone thinks I'm a freak to be freaked by the rain so it's okay, she thought achingly to herself. It wasn't something new.
"Not much," she confessed, slowly landing her socked feet onto the Ottoman rug covering most of the bedroom's wooden floor.
"Unfortunately, my boss didn't mention what sort of an accident you had, but you were carried in his arms unconscious when he brought you here," the old lady explained, and that was quite informative per Claire's expectations.
