I woke up the next morning and casually looked down. My body was covered in hickeys and other suspicious marks. When I moved the blanket, my face paled. I was wearing only what I was born in.
AKA: I was wearing absolutely nothing...
My cheeks burned as I quickly covered myself up again. I heard someone breathing peacefully next to me and glanced over. I saw Dante under the covers next to me sleeping with a peaceful look on his face. He too was wearing absolutely nothing. His back was covered in claw marks and I could see the red bite marks on his upper body.
Beast. He's a beast.
The memory of the night before came flooding back. After getting Dante successfully drunk, or what I could only imagine was successful, he turned into a beast who picked me up and carried me out of the room. I tried to shout for help, but everyone just ignored me. Even the Knights seemed to turn the other way like they didn't see a thing.
Remind me to never rely on their help when I'm being kidnapped.
