Unromantic and Wicked

It was 8:30 pm when her eyelids fluttered open, glancing around nervously trying to take in the blurry fuzzy sight of her unfamiliar surroundings, it was warm, unusually warm particularly for this time of the year, feeling a warm placement on her forehead, she slowly roamed her hands to take off the warmed soaked towel placed firmly on her forehead.

Lifting herself with the support of her elbows and her blurry sight now becoming clearer the once unfamiliar room now appeared familiar as she had been here before, it was the place where she had delivered drug money, Leon's room, at the far end of the room was burning firewood which explained the warm temperature, still she wondered how he got the management of the school to let him use firewood at his quarters.

"You are finally awake little kitty, you've been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past two hours." from within the shadows cast by the nonpenetrating illumination of the moonlight came a deep masculine voice, his voice