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Clouds.

That was all Sapphire felt. Her body hummed in appreciation as the soft, wispy goodness drew her deeper, drowning her in utter bliss.

Peace.

As that thought solidified, the sensations abruptly disappeared. It was wrong. Impossible.

Peace.

It did not exist in her world.

Her eyes opened halfway and she winced as a dull throb of pain filled her head. Her entire body felt heavy, weighed down by extreme fatigue. Almost like she had been drugged.

Drugged?!

Her pulse sky rocketed as she pushed up to a sitting position, eyes widening at the sight before her.

It was not her bedroom. It was everything she had never expected to see in her lifetime. Worse, It screamed luxury, wealth and danger.

Heart pounding, her fingers felt the bandages wrapped around her head. She could not remember what exactly happened last night.

A loud, deafening screech. Blinding lights. Pain. And then nothingness.

That was all she remembered. It scared her.

Taking a deep breath, she tore off the thick covers and met the sight of her bare legs cocooned in velvety sheets.

Her clothes. She was not in her clothes.

Instead, a tiny, flimsy, white silk lingerie hung low from her breasts to her upper thighs.

Her mouth fell open in horror, questions banging in her mind. What the hell am I wearing?

Where am I?

WHY am I in a lingerie?

She scrambled out of the impossibly soft bed, desperately trying not to think about why her entire body felt sore. It's just the accident, nothing else.

Nothing else.

Her feet crossed the gleaming floor and her hand grabbed the pepper spray standing out of place on a glass table. Her pepper spray.

Her bag had been searched.

Sapphire did not know what to make of this situation. She was not hit by that car, or she would be cooped up in some ICU if she was lucky enough not to have died on impact, judging by the terrifying speed of the car.

Just thinking about it sent chills through her bones.

Whoever nearly hit her could have driven off, and some loaded pervert could have scraped her off the street, brought her to this place, dressed her up in slutty lingerie, spread her out in his king sized bed and-

"Don't say it." She whispered under her breath. Saying it only made the demons stronger.

Fed them.

Nurtured them.

Her eyes shifted to the lifesized mirror, taking in her appearance. Her bed hair was a thick, unruly mess around her head, shoulders and back. It was in a low ponytail last night. A bandage was wrapped around her head.