~EGON’S POV~
(RECOLLECTING)
Debilitated, I failed to show any signs of struggle against Cillian, who carried me to bed all by himself. With wicked abstractions overpowering him, he placed himself adjacently to me on the bed, leaving me a bundle of nerves. Entertaining a premonition about suffering something too much for my enfeebled soul, I shut my eyes, praying he’d kill me instead.
“This will not do. You must look me in the eyes, that is if you care about your wife,” said Cillian, desiring my attention, a plea too repulsive to bear.
Allowing my affection for my wife to overpower the repugnance I felt for the man beside me, I did what was asked of me, only to discover his intrusive gaze penetrating deep inside to the abyss of my soul through my eyes. Sickened, I had to look away, so
