In one of the many rooms of Vincent's penthouse, which was designed in a western fashion, two chandeliers hung on each side of the room. The windows were shielded by white silk like curtains that danced round as the breeze fluted its weight.
As consciousness returned to Arya, her eyes opened in a haze filled with darkness, where it took her some time to adjust to the current position.
Her body was covered in the softest blanket she had ever slept in, the pillows melted in her head, as she could not help but sink into it.
Why still soaking in comfort? She then felt the fragrance the room carried along, and her body felt too fresh, no longer sticking with sweat. Where was she?.
Pulling the blanket off to feel the heaviness pulling up to her legs, her hands reached for the leg that she had pulled to herself. The thick bandages were wrapped around her leg multiple times, that made it swell up.
And immediately she reached for her cloth only to see that she was no longer in her old attire, but a new gown with long puffy sleeves and the gown stopped just above her knees that was covered in bruises, tanning her fair skin color.
Not to also forget that the same thing was also wrapped on her thighs. And the pain has also reduced. She possibly could not have been back in that place because there was no way they would have treated her.
Wanting to step out of the blankets, her legs fell on the cold floor that was so smooth, still feeling a bit dizzy, her head swage to the side as she got up on her feet.
Pushing the thick quilt away from her body, her soft legs took only two steps before it went weak, pushing her body down. She moaned, cursing out.
Suddenly the doors of the room opened, which had been closed, and Vincent came into view, with his hair all messed up, as he just walked out of bed. His eyes caught sight of her awakened self, he said.
"I see that you're very fond of the floor." He walked to her with a languid movement. His eyes fell on her ankle, putting his hands into his pocket.
Startled by his voice, her head shot up in his direction, with her ears flinching from every word. "Who are you?"
Bending down to pick the baby hair that fell on her face, Vincent's eyes twinkle as they looked at her, the girl's hair looked like a mess, wherever hair stuck around, her brown eyes smaller than usual, due to the state she fell in back in the forest.
Arya's eyes, which had been dull, came alive. At his mere touch, he said. "Am disappointed. You don't remember my voice, sweet. "
Arya wasn't the type of person that could memorize every single voice that she came across, unless it was one she frequently heard, and could know the owner of the voice by heart.
But this one was peculiar because of the name the person called her. It was the man from the corridor who had saved her.
"How come you're here? Were you the one who saved me?, and where am I? Who chan-"
Vincent's hands were quick to shut her questions back in her mouth. "One question at a time, looked like you're fully recovered. "
Spellbound by his touch on her lips, her heart drew a sharp intake of breath, before she drew back hoping that his hands would leave, but they volunteered not apart from her.
They froze in the moment, with Vincent not ready to pull his hand away, making a smile pull through on him.
Her eyes narrowed when she forcefully pushed his hands away, to only revolt a chuckle from him. Quickly wiping her lips with the dress, she asked.
"What was that for?" widening her eyes at him.
"What was what for? Your sweet lips were moving too fast, so I had to stop. '' teasing her with his playful undertone.
Shaking the feeling of his hands on her lips off her head, she just rolled her head at his answer. He was definitely a pervert, and for goodness sake, what did he have with sweet?
Yet he did not make any effort to help her off the ground, neither did he move from his position.
She did not know why, but she wanted to cry. Why did she away coke across unreasonable people? And finally, coming to the question that had been bugging her mind since she regained consciousness.
Scared to the heart for the possible reply she could get, she braced herself, "Did you perhaps also see my friend?"
Twisting his head, as it turned to squat on his heels, not failing to see the change in her body mood, "I did not see anyone there apart from you. "
And there it came back, the void and fears of the imaginable. Erin was probably still there in his knows what state she's in.
She choked in her own voice, "I have to go back. I have to save her."
Curious by the situation, so like he had thought she wasn't alone that night, her friend was with her, and judging by the state he found her, he was sure that her friend might not have survived, at least not in the forest.
He grabbed hold of her shoulders to stop her from shivering. He said calmly, "Sure, you can go back to save her. I am not stopping, but I think she's probably dead by now. It's been three days. '' letting go of her.
Three days. It's been three days already. Her hands shook backwards, clasp her nails on the floor, her body trembled as she was gasping for air.
Erin's survival there was zero, the torture she must have gone through.
Shaking her head in dismay at what he said, she murmured, "No, no she must be alive, am sure of it, no no" her words breaking like her hopes that we're been shattered.
"Help me.. " she said, her head feeling dizzier by the second, her calling out for his help where innocent, yet it stirred something dark in him. Her hands tried to reach for his shirt but slowly started to lean forward to only fall lax into his arms as she fell unconscious.
His jaw tickled, staring at the girl who had fallen unconscious in his chest. He carried her back to the bed that she has been lying on for those three days. Lying her head on the pillow carefully, he tucked her into the blankets.