THE AFTER
A male voice whispered into my ear. Delicate, soft hands reached to pull me up.
“Eric?” I muttered as the sweet fragrance of citrus, vanilla, and something floral reached my nostrils. It seemed too feminine for a man to wear, but I would often use such lovely scents on myself to invite or entice.
“I need to get you out of here. But you’ll need to help me,” he whispered pressing his lips against my cheek. His lips were warm and soft, smelling of strawberry lip balm. He draped my arm over his shoulder.
It was difficult opening my eyes; they hurt whenever I attempted to. Everything was hazy; I couldn’t see the man. Nor could I remember where I was. It was hard putting the pieces of this nightmare together. “Where am I?” I uttered.
“Somewhere you do not want to be.” He had a sof
