The next day…
I felt almost weightless as I groggily forced open my right eyelid. The supple feather-filled pillow had engulfed my left cheek into a blanket of warmth and I sunk further into the duvet cocoon achieving euphoric levels of comfort. By this time, I was 60% awake and could taste the rusty coin flavoured, thick saliva that sparingly coated the walls of my un-moistened mouth. That's when it occurred to me. If I was able to wrap the entire duvet around myself, then where on earth was the other inhabitant of this magnificent mahogany four-poster? A whimpering floorboard abruptly interrupted the frantic memory search but it was its barefoot source that received my attention. A cumbersome navy Kashmir curtain draped unwillingly over a pert behind and a fitted nautical jumper awkwardly found home on the sculpted torso that faced the opposite direction. Glossy remnants of last night had absorbed into the icy bed-sheets that were now tangled through my soft heated thighs.
In contrast with the enchanting throws of merely hours previous, an unnerving heavy atmosphere fogged the opulent Persian palace-like bedchamber. As if on command, my delicate inside insides fled towards the dim depths of my stomach and forcefully crammed themselves in, as the rest of my emotions begged for room in the temporary safe-haven. In his left hand, he held a now shattered crystal chalice that dripped with his own fluid crimson rage.
"Leave whore!"
