He Is Caring

Hazel's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night with a parched mouth, craving water. My body felt hot and heavy like a ton of bricks from a brick oven. Shifting from my side to my back, I can't help but wince in pain as my derrière touches the mattress. That's when I remember, the agonizing humiliation I had been subjected to by the demon hours ago.

In repleted shame, I turn my head in his direction. The moonlight was partially blanketed by wispy clouds, yet filtered through the cavernous balcony window eerily. I couldn't see his features from the darkness that enshrouded the room, except for the outline of his wide masculine figure, which lay beside me.

What has my life come to?

I blink back tears, as I swallow the growing lump within my dry throat. I couldn't decipher why my body has always failed me in resisting his disgusting advances. Even now my treacherous body craves that release he nearly brought me to before he pulled his fingers away. How can it be the effects of aphrodis