Jonas rolled over and fumbled across the sheets, finding the spot empty. His hand ventured deeper until it touched warm flesh beneath the covers.
With a drunken pounce, he pinned the figure beneath him.
"Elena~ You asked for this!" he slurred, his lips crashing down before the words finished echoing.
As the drugs took full effect, the limp body in his grip began weakly struggling—a detail that would've alarmed the sober Jonas. But rationality had deserted him; every instinct demanded release.
Crouched on the floor, Elena listened to the obscene chorus of creaking bedsprings with curled lips. Once certain she wouldn't be noticed, she crept from the bedroom. The half-empty wine bottle was dumped, scrubbed clean, then refilled with untainted vintage.
After erasing all traces, she waited
