Elysia's brain decided it wanted to go on a break today. It felt muddled and clouded with a layer of arousal.
'I hate getting drugged. I tried building resistance against them so many times but it's a bust every time I try'
When the Head Priest had offered Elysia a way out of her certain death, he had made sure she had all the necessary training for her intended purpose. That had included training Elysia to resist magic and drugs to a certain extent.
But no matter how much Elysia had tried to build up an immunity, the best she had been able to do was to resist their impulse after the initial shock had passed.
'I should be able to start moving around soon. Am I being held in a dungeon right now? The surface feels too soft to be a dungeon floor.'
Elysia felt beneath her body, only for her hand to sink into the surface.
If she had to guess, she would say that she was lying on top of a mattress right now. The softness beneath her hand was too familiar to be something else.
