Tristan's Point Of View
*Knock... Knock... Knock...*
"Young Master, it is time to wake up."
I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. My everything hurt. I noticed the bruises on my wrist, and just knew they weren't the only ones. Ferdinand had been an absolute monster last night, and I was helpless against him.
I wished I could be mad about it, but as a whole my body was absolutely satisfied. It was infuriating, and unreasonably ridiculous.
"Young Master, I've brought you your breakfast." Torhrezz said, opening the door.
I realized too late that Ferdinand wasn't even in the bed anymore, and that I was completely frikkin naked. I quickly pulled the covers up to my chest, and looked around for my clothes.