Adrian fluttered his eyes open, as he used his hands to cover his face from the streak of bright light that came through the window, before he sat up to observe his environment.
He was finally back.
A smile pulled up at his face, and he couldn't help but smile. It's been weeks since he's being in deep torture over Killa taking control of his body, and having huge control over him that it was impossible for him to take over his body.
Adrian looked at his side to see the drip connected to his left hand; he didn't remember much since after Killa met Polina at Kaiden's party. The memories came out blurry, and he understood that it was going to be hard for him, gaining access to them since it's not his. It's Killa's memory.
The motherfucker was trying to fight his way out, but unfortunately he's not stepping down without a fight. Until something clicked when he tried to stand up.
Camille.
The closet.
Killa locked her in the closet.
