✰✰☀︎✰✰Rosalie Jenkins
I woke up alone in a warm bed. The room wasn't familiar to me in any way, so I knew that I wasn't somewhere I had been before.
I knew for a fact that it wasn't my bed because the soft mattress underneath my limp body didn't feel like mine. Although it felt much warmer and more enjoyable to lay in, I still loved my bed more.
My bed and I went through some hard times together. More than you could count.
But with that being said, I adored this bed I was laying in now. I shouldn't, but I do. I felt like I couldn't get up because it was just so warm and cozy.
After rubbing my eyes for the tenth time as well as trying stop the banging in my head, I groggily lift myself up so that I was in a sitting position.
I can't even sit up for a second before my head starts pounding inside of me, pulsing the blood around quickly around my body.
"Oh shit" I cry out, the pain in my head making me feel nauseous. It was an uncomfortable type of pain where I just felt helpless. I felt everything.
I shouldn't have drank that much last night as well as the other things that I regret doing. What the hell happened after I passed out? All I could remember was falling unconscious as the fire only grew wilder.
Well we obviously made it out alive. Barely.
"Fucking headache" I mutter under my breath as I looked around the clean room.
Wow he must be rich. I mean this is Zion's House isn't it? —Wait Zion's? I need to get the fuck out of here right now.
But I kept on staring.
The room was beautifully decorated with some light and dark features. The walls were dark grey along with the small diamond chandelier that hung down from the roof.
It felt like I was in a hotel room rather than a bedroom.
There weren't any framed pictures of anyone, there weren't any bright colors illuminating the room to make it much warmer.
The room felt cold.
Movement in the corner of the room caught my attention. It was too small to be a human and too large to be a rat.
What. The. Fuck?
Before I knew it, a heavy large black ball of fur was in front of me, whilst licking my face with its large pink tongue.
I tried to let out a scrambled scream but I was soon shut up by a large slimy tongue going down the back of my throat.
I shot my arms out to hold it back as I scrunched my face up in disgust but the fucking dog didn't move an inch.
What the fuck are they feeding this thing? This is not a dog, this is a fucking lion.
"Stop! Lay down" I instruct stupidly, not expecting it to actually listen to me but I was surprised when he follows my command and lays down with his head on my lap.

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Bad Together
RomanceRosalie Jenkins is a innocent little flower that blossoms when she meets the ruthless Mafia Boss Known as the Devil Lucifer. She was his flower He was her devil they were bad Together