GWENETH
I had tried to run but ended up stumbling and falling almost flat on the ground. I lay there groaning in pain. He comes and carries me in his arms in a bridal style. "You haven't changed much in character, Gweneth. My words still don't work with you. Don't upset me." I hear his deep, baritone voice say, sounding more or less like a warning. It feels distant in my head like I am hearing it from afar. "Bastard." I hiss out in my haze. He cackles.
"This is why I am unable to stop myself when it comes to you. You are so fucking intoxicating and you don't even know it. You are a pretty little wildflower."
I have no clue where he is heading with this. I cannot force my shaky eyes to focus any longer.
But then a little later, I'm put on a bed and covered with a thick duvet. He tells me to go to sleep and then leaves the room.
