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I am left here alone looking at the walls thinking to myself, how did I get here? How can I feel so much blankness and what in the hell happened to me because it makes no sense to me right now.
The door opens and I feel something crawl up my spine and a tingle move from the base of my skull to the tips of my toes. I brace myself like something is about to happen to me and I just have to steady myself.
Before he even steps inside the room I can feel the power emanate from the door way. He must be extremely powerful because such insane amount of energy can only come from people who are strong.
He steps into the room but he is not alone. My eyes start from his legs. Strong legs. They are encased in pants. Leather pants. Why is he wearing leather pants? That’s what my head says.
It trails up to his hands that are clasped by his sides. Thick, long and big hands. They are like triple the size of mine. They look like they can crush stuff.
He is really tall, my eyes keep trailing up from his muscular wide chest and broad shoulders, firm full lips that are caught in a no nonsense tight smile and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
Swirling grey eyes with honey brown rings around them. The honey brown rings seem to be glowing in the dark. What is going on? Why are they glowing?
He has a scar that is not so long but it is visible. It runs from the top of his left eye lid to the top of his chin. It looks savage but not so badly scared. It must have hurt a lot. I feel the urge to run my fingers over it and make it feel better. Take away his pain.
Those grey eyes pin me down and don’t lift. I see distrust and caution before his eyes are blank of any emotions.
Why would he be distrustful of me? Does me know who I am? Can he help me?
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