I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but I woke up and felt less nauseous. I was still alive and thankful for it. Something about Nicholas had terrified me until he’d helped me. Was he maybe just a socially awkward person?
He appeared near me and sat on the edge of the bed. He still didn’t smile or anything, but just sat there with me.
I pushed up and cast my eyes around my environment, still candlelit and still slightly rosy in aroma. I saw dark brick walls all around, a leather swing just like the one I’d seen in my saved videos, a tall half-wall with holes for what I assumed was for s*x. There was also a sink with a toilet next to it, a shower—if that was what that stall-looking object was—and a mini fridge. Finally, a portable heater stood near the bed. There really wasn’t much else her
