- Hazel -
Oh fuck—please—harder!
I'm certainly not hearing clearly. I woke up to the sound of a woman moaning. My mind tried to place the noise, but the rhythm of it… the urgency… wasn't hard to figure out. Most definitely sex.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. My head was groggy with my body sore. I rubbed at my belly, that low tug of nausea already curling in my gut. It had become a morning ritual—the tug-of-war I now have.
I wasn't a stranger to the sound, but this wasn't just anyone. Not here. Not in this place. The Fortress was supposed to be quiet and guarded. Not filled with the raw sound of someone being… fucked.