Her eyes flickered open. Standing over her was a tall slim, yet seemingly powerful man. He was dressed in beautiful black robes, adorned with dark green and gold accents. He wore a black embellished tunic and black pants which clung seamlessly to his lean frame. His boots stretched long and tight over his calves. Complimenting well with his figure.

His face glowered down at her, but Paige instantly recognized how handsome he was. The man had a glorious face of atypical beauty, like an elf from Lord of the Rings. His eyes were a penetrative emerald green hue. His face was otherworldly and sharp, but proportionate and fair. His hair was slick black and hung long around the neck. He did not hide his face behind the hair like she did. He held his head high and proud. She admired the aura he radiated.

"I don't have time for this" he muttered to anyone listening. He drew a hidden dagger from his boot and pointed it in her direction. She was still so weak to respond having been stricken by lightning.

Paige's eyes glazed around the place that she was in. It was grand room covered in dark stone marbling, from floor to ceiling. Wide engraved pillars towered in every corner of the room. Decorating the room were several soft black furnishings made of leather or fur. Along the walls draped several green and gold hangings. Albeit this was all she could see from her limited view. Her face was still very much attached to the floor.

He drew her gaze, when he drew the blade against her neck. His other hand clutching her shirt and pulling her up off the ground. She could see the ridges of his white knuckle close her face.

"You will very well answer me, or I will cut you painfully" he sneered, eyeing her with a menacing glare.

Page was about to answer him, when she erupted into a coughing fit. She couldn't help but cough. She tasted thick warm metallic liquid as it left her mouth. She had coughed up blood, not only on herself, but onto the beautiful man's hand.

He dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, making a loud sound of disgust. He walked out of her sight and muttered a few words to himself. "Mortal filth" he said as he walked away, footsteps fading from her.

After some short time, he came back into view with a white cloth and small glass bottle filled with red liquid in his hand. She stopped coughing awhile ago only to groan. Feeling the ache of her ever-present worsening condition.

"Open your mouth" he commanded, with eyes fixed to her. Still unfriendly but not aggressive.

She gingerly obeyed, finding strength in his words. He crouched down beside her. His strong smooth hand cradled the back of her head, gently tilting it towards himself. She watched him uncork the bottle with one hand, bringing it to her lips.

This strange handsome man was not as threatening as she first thought. Perhaps only giving the appearance that he was so.

"Drink" he commanded again. She sipped the sweet red liquid, as he poured it slowly into her mouth. It smelled of fresh blooming roses on a Summer afternoon. She found the taste to be absolutely intoxicating. She drank the sweet nectar with increasing haste.

Immediately she felt instant relief, a warming sensation flowing through her body. The dark marks on her body faded to renewed skin. A peaceful smile settled on her face. Her eyes closed in content. He placed her head back on the ground, then moved his hand to her throat.

He wrapped his hand over her neck without any pressure. She felt her heart quicken at his touch. His raging eyes locked with hers as he searched for answers in them. Whilst she was being overtaken by a spell unravelling inside her. Her face flushed and her lips quivered, as she studied his face with a lustful approach.

She wanted him, an obsession clouding her mind with nothing but urges for the man in front of her.

"Can you talk now?" he asked. His refined voice gave her shivers.

"Yes... my name is Paige... I don't know how I came here...". Each pause filled with heavy breaths. She couldn't contain herself, part of her was taken over by lust, when only moments ago it was just admiration. Little did she or he know, that the potion of healing had mixed in with some potion of lust.

"What have you done to me?" Paige pleaded. Warmth and irrepressible tingling crept up between her thighs.