I felt like shit when I woke up the next morning.
There weren't any windows, so I couldn't check the sun's position, but judging by how long I felt I had slept, I was sure it was morning.
My eyes opened and stared at the ceiling, tracing the straight line that had been carved onto it.
In the first few seconds, my senses busied themselves with the light pouring into my eyes, then they went on to activate the rest of my body.
The next organ to be attended to was my ears, the silence of the room registering in my mind, then came taste and smell.
The smell of blood and sex hit me like a truck, my face scrunching at the abundant scent of iron.
I turned my head to the side, readying my body for movement, and that simple action triggered every nerve in my body. A painful groan escaped my mouth.
I felt like shit. Aches and pains rushed through me, spiking at several random intervals, my heart thumping like adrenaline was on the verge of being released.
