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Recollection

A glimmer of light reached out to your face as you tiredly blinked your eyes open. The warm touch of daybreak caressed your body, yearning for you to drag yourself out of the comfort of the bed. You wondered when the window started letting so much light into your room and why it had to wake you up so early. You groaned while lifting yourself up and walked to the bathroom, eyes not quite open. After splashing water on your face, you held your face in a towel while finally feeling the soreness of your body and the pounding in your head.

'God, El really made me drink all night with her again, huh?'

Using one hand to rub your forehead, you used the other hand to navigate to the kitchen. You found the stairway rail and trudged down the stairs, the smell of food cooking suddenly invading your nose.

You stopped once reaching the bottom of the stairs, the feeling of ice freezing your veins and panic filling your brain. Like two trains crashing into each other at full speed, the realization hit you. You don't have big windows in your room, nor stairs in your house, and you live alone.

'So, where the hell am I, and who the hell is in here with me?'

As if responding to your thoughts, a deep voice filled the room, "Well, good morning there, kitten."

As you slowly lifted your head towards the man, you were met with piercing red eyes and a small smirk. With shock obviously plastered on your face, the man chuckled before turning to continue cooking.

"Ahh... go- good morning?" you managed to stutter out, fidgeting in place. You couldn't help but think about how fucked you were to be in this situation. Alone, waking up in a stranger's house. And now this random man is making you breakfast? Not to mention, did he just call you kitten? You attempted to remember the events of the night before, but everything was like a fog in your throbbing head. Worst case scenarios now swirled through your mind, making you feel nauseous.

"Come. Sit and eat," the blonde commanded. Although his tone was soft, you knew that there was no questioning what he asked. His demeanor screamed authority, and who were you to deny what had been instructed of you?

You staggered towards the kitchen island where the man was setting a glass of water and some ibuprofen down next to a plate of toast and bacon. You hesitated to pull out the bar stool and sit down, instead staring at the food as you felt your headache worsen.

"The bacon won't bite you, ya know?" he said with an amused look from across the counter. You glared at him with irritation.

"Maybe not, but I'm not entirely sure about you yet," you retorted.

"Mmmm... Well, I think you already know the answer to that one."

Smug. That was the only way to describe the shit-eating grin on his face. This man was playing with you like a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it whole, and you couldn't even remember who he was. You didn't want to fall for his antics, but you also couldn't stop the rush of blood that flooded your face, nor the intense thumping in your chest. He made you feel frazzled. It was as if the ground was crumbling from beneath your feet and all you could do was grasp at the air to keep yourself from falling into an abysmal pit of him.

Trying to snap back to reality, you pulled out the bar stool with a huff and sat at the counter. Looking him straight in the eyes, you snapped back, "Well if I'm being honest, I've already completely forgotten who you were." You gave him a quick, not-so-sweet smile and then shoved a piece of bacon into your mouth.

Though a little taken aback by your sudden brazenness, he simply sucked some air in through his teeth and muttered a little 'ouch.' He saw your counter as an invitation to play, and it became quite obvious that this man had never partook in a game that he did not win.