I kneel there, just in the place where he left me, unable to comprehend what is happening. Unable to realize that what just happened was real. Only the feeling of my skin stinging on my neck helps me slowly recognize that this is no dream. I am chained up Gods know where and Eros is the one keeping me here. Or is he?
He’s alive. Eros is alive, but that thought isn’t helping me feel any better. He’s a Dark one and as much as he tried convincing me, that he cared for me all those times we met, the reality seemed much more bitter now. If even him as a Dark one feels something for me … Why am I being kept here? Something about this whole situation screams trouble.
I can’t believe it, he was standing right in front of me and barely answered any of my questions. Where did he go? Why didn
