As I ran my fingers along the luxurious attire, I couldn't help but feel like a stranger in my own skin. The fabrics were soft against my touch, the designs elegant and sophisticated. It was a stark contrast to the life I had known before, a life of simplicity and anonymity. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I sat on the floor bags from expensive brands and amazing clothes sat around me. Though my hair was a mess and the large shirt that I was drowning in was wrinkled, the image staring back at me was both foreign and alluring. My lips were swollen from my previous events and my skin was flushed as well. Red marks littered the skin of my neck, shoulder and breasts thanks to Abaddon’s hunger for my flesh.
Abaddon...
His presence had disrupted the carefully constructed boundaries I
