Eight

That shut me up. That shut me up good.

That means I have been sleeping on his bed for god knows how long, bathed in his bathroom. I didn’t even want to know where he slept while I was knocked out by the pin pills and other drugs that they kept feeding me.

There was nothing that said this room belonged to someone. The furniture was minimal, enough to keep clothes but nothing more. No pictures, no paintings, no decorations. Either he took out anything that could have given away that he really is a person o this is just a resting stop. Also, also the thought of him bringing women to this bed made me a little panicky, their body fluids stuck to my skin. Hell, I’ve been soaking up on them for days.

“Do you bring your women here?” He frowns but before he can say anything Carla storms into the room.