Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

"Come on, Wake up!" I felt someone shouted as I was being shaken. I could feel my lungs full. I felt lips on mine and the next thing i knew, someone was pressing my chest. "Please!" the man pleaded. I wanted to breathe but I couldn't. I could feel that my lungs were heavy. I was cold. When he pressed on my chest again, i felt all the water wanting to come out. After a few minutes, they did. I can coughing with water instead of air. I was finally able to breathe. I rolled on my side and ignored the pain that my ribs were actually in. "Holy fuck" I heard someone swore. Once I was breathing properly, I opened my eyes to see a drenched Damian sitting next to me. 


"What happened?" I croaked as my throat started burning. My mind was foggy. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm myself down. 


Chapter 38: His view