Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
I was slowly brought out of my unconscious state by a tickling sensation on my feet. Twitching to avoid the annoying substance, I kicked forward and was met with a groan.
I peeked one eye open to see the perpetrator and saw Dimitri rolling on the floor, holding his crotch.
“Oh my…are you okay?” I asked in faux concern as I chuckled at his pain.
“Yes, I am perfect.” He replied.
“Well, I would not say perfect, but I got you.” I got off the floor and took in my surroundings.
“Welcome to the realm of fairies and dragons! I have never brought a girl here before.” He said nudging me, to which I just rolled my eyes at.
“I can see why, considering you had to knock me out to get me here.”
Like whom does that? Asks me to go on adventure and then knocks me out t
