Eleanor couldn't leave the bedroom. She stayed hidden after washing the stains from her body.
She didn't even know when she had fallen asleep but when she woke up, her head wouldn't stop hurting.
Probably it was because she had cried herself to sleep.
She exhaled, pushing her pain away. She stretched on the bed.
"Strip!" The deep voice echoed in the room and Eleanor felt her soul jumping from her body.
She turned her head toward where the voice had sounded.
Alan sat on the mini sofa at the corner of the room, glaring at her with a look she couldn't just describe.
She doubted she heard him. Why would Alan ask her to strip?
"I won't say it again, take your clothes off!" Oh, he did ask her to do that.
But why?
"No," she simply informed, feeling annoyed suddenly.
