The door opened and a middle-aged man with icy blue eyes walked in.
"Good morning, Lexa." He greeted.
"Good morning." She replied.
"Um... I know how crazy this is going to sound, but I don't remember how I got here." She added.
The middle-aged man smiled.
"I know. You'll have to feed some more to have access to your memories. Here." He replied, handing her a bottle of fresh raspberry juice.
As soon as she set eyes on the bottle, every hunger cell in her stomach charged to life. She felt like she was going to drop dead if she didn't eat something. The raspberry juice was so appealing she didn't know when she jumped off the bed and grabbed it from his hand.
In less than a split second, the cap was off the bottle and she was gulping the red content with pure delight. The more she drank
