Free Writing #1 - Untitled
Terror. Disgust. I don’t really know. It’s kind of a toss-up when you wake up covered in blood. A scream started to rise, a bubbling sound that tasted of panic. What in the ever-loving Hell happened? Memory scrambled to pull on anything that might have hinted as to the reason I was covered head to toe in blood. Nothing. Nothing came. The panicked scream, which was now flavored with a hint of vomit lurched up from the pit of my stomach to the top of my throat. But nothing came out as a hand clamped down over my mouth. Shock rattled through me as my eyes focused on the man in front of me. Deep topaz eyes smiled at me, his umber skin a glowing. He was spotless, completely clean. His suit was crisp and expensive. “All that blood looks good on you. Really brings out the color of your eyes.” His voice was a rumble through the space that was far too quiet. He moved his