Bewitched Hearts

26. Memory Factory

"Don't come near me!" She warned but the man in the mask neared her as he took big steps towards her like a predator.

"You're going to die today, woman." He cracked up evilly and forwarded at her slowly.

Danny's heartbeat became erratic. She started to panic and planned various possibilities of her murder, "Who are you and how did you escape from Azkaban?" She backed away and tried to warn him with her finger as she eyed her wand that was on the ground.

"How do you think, you little witch?" The masked man laughed, maniacally.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Nah, I'm just going to watch you get your life sucked out of you." He informed her.

Huh?

"Wait, isn't that the same thing?" She asked, extremely confused.

"It is?" He scrunched his eyebrows for a minute as he gave it a thought, "Nevermind, you're going to die, anyway." He snickered.

"I dare you to show me your face. I should at least know who killed me, don't you think?" She proposed to him.

He debated with himself for a little bit, "I guess you're right!" He agreed and slowly started to remove his mask.

Danny waited anxiously as she watched him reveal his face. She wanted to know who wanted to kill her or watch her life get sucked out of her. The man seemed psychotic and just his face would give her some clarity.

Just when he was about to peel it off completely, something fell on her face and smacked her. She opened her eyes in an instant and threw the pillow away from her face in confusion. She held her head in her hands and groaned in pain.

I didn't even get to see who it was. Dammit!

She looked around to see where she was and recognised that she was on the floor, in Damien's room.

What the fuck?

She whipped her head to the side and saw Damien, sprawled over the king-sized bed as he slept peacefully, the bed all to himself. She gasped audibly.

He let me sleep on the ground?

How dare he?

I need justice!

"Damien!" She screamed with all her might and covered her own ears but groaned loudly when she felt a sharp piercing pain in her head.

He shifted a little but remained asleep as he ignored her. Danny fumed and tried to get up but all her body parts cried in pain. Yet, she got up from the ground and marched over to his bed and slapped on his back.

No movement.

"Hey!" She yelled and immediately cringed at the pain that shot through her head again, "Wake up!" She poked him.

'Stop yelling, Danny.

You're giving me a headache, you stupid girl.'
Her conscience was back in business.

"Get the fuck out, Danica" He answered her in a husky voice.

Good Lord. That was sexy.

She pushed the perverted thought away and shook his body again, "How dare you to let a woman sleep on the floor? Don't you have the least bit of decency or manners? I mean, the least you could do was drop me on my bed, in my room. But no. You literally just yeeted me to the floor. What kind of- ahhhhh" She shrieked as Damien pulled her on the bed as he turned them and locked her hands above her head.