My throat was sore, it felt like I had somehow run a marathon in my head. If that was possible. What happened to me? My last events played in my head.
Fuck.
I sat up, panicking. Realizing I was still at the club, alone, in a private room. Had he succeeded? I could have sworn I heard Roman’s voice before I passed out, or was that just wishful thinking?
I started to sweat slightly, my legs were no longer weak. I got to my feet, trying to notice if I’d feel any pain down there, but there was nothing. I walked over to the curtain that separated the room from the hall, peering out to see if I could catch a glimpse of any living soul.
“This is becoming a habit, yes?” A voice came from behind me. I almost lost my balance as I quickly turned around, startled.
Had he always been there? Why had
