Evelyn
I woke with a heavy head, throbbing relentlessly.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking until my vision adjusted, trying to make sense of the dim lighting around me. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling with dark wooden beams, illuminated by the soft amber glow of chandeliers hanging along the walls.
I raised a hand to rub my eyes and push the sleep away, but discovered they were dirty with blood. Red stained my skin, hid beneath my nails, and covered my groin, my thigh, my calf.
The space between my legs.
Had my period started? I asked myself, remembering I was close to that time of the month.
All I knew was that I was naked, covered by slippery sheets of black satin as dark as the ocean before dawn—frighteningly soft.
That was when I remembered the last moments before I los
