"Mine?" Yuki asked feebly, her eyes darting amidst the darkness in a desperate attempt to see something, anything.
"Yes. Yours. I belong to you, Yuki."
Maybe it was because she was not in her right state of mind, or because she felt a hint of sincerity in the voice that spoke to her, which ever be the reason, Yuki felt a bizarre, yet exhilarating sensation, like a thrill of excitement mixed with a sense of calm, deep within her soul.
The slow and assertive voice, as well as the kindly words of the figure tagged at Yuki's memory; it was familiar. And even though her foggy mind could not help much in associating the voice to a specific face, her instincts assured her that he really was hers… Hers? Was there such a person in her life?
"Mine." She stated with a weak smile; she loved how the word sounded coming from her mouth. "Mine…" she repeated in a haze before another wave of pain came to claim her new found comfort.
"Argh!!" she groaned painfully before sinking her teeth into her lower lip while wrapping her arms tighter around the person's neck.
"Do not bite," the figure mumbled, then, they brought their thumb onto Yuki's lip and pulled it away from the blunt blades of her upper teeth.
"Help me…" Yuki cried dreadfully. "Do something…" she pleaded, for something inside her strongly believe that this person had the ability to save her from her agony. "Please…"
The figure's eyes hovered over Yuki for a while, "Tell me exactly what you want, Yuki. Be precise."
Yuki lifted her face from the shoulder, within which she was trying to bury herself, she stared into the empty face, then ordered politely, "take my pain away, please. Redeem me from this suffering. You can do that, can't you?"
"I can," the figure stated. Subsequently, they raised their hand, pinched Yuki's chin gently and lifted her face.
"Part your lips for me, Yuki," the figure demanded calmly while caressing her lower lip with their thumb.
Yuki obliged and parted her lips from each other. Her pupils darted rapidly as she awaited whatever the miracle was, that was to deliver her from her anguish.
Gradually, Yuki sensed the breath of the anonymous person closing in on her face. Her lips subtly trembled from anxiety and from pain. She swallowed her saliva that was mixed with blood and shut her eyes, after all, it was not as if she could see anything anyway.
Before long, soft, partially wet lips claimed Yuki's lower lip. They first sucked, then their tongue peeked out to licked Yuki's lips with tender movements. Afterwards, the curious tongue evaded her small mouth and explored it. At first, their tongue stirred her mouth in a slow, gentle motion, as if allowing themselves to fully savor her.
Yuki's pale face rapidly turned red when the kiss intensified. Her pain was momentarily numbed by the soothing pleasure that slowly engulfed the entirety of her being. Suddenly, her closed eyes flared opened when she felt the persons' tongue brushed against hers. Yuki retreated timidly, but that did not guarantee her safety, because, just as soon as she parted her lips from the person's, she was pursued, captured and entangled in a fiery kiss. A large hand slid onto the back of her head and held it firmly.
Unlike the start, the kiss this time was hurried, it was hasty and it was greedy. The person, seemingly drunk on the taste of Yuki, allowed her no chance of a second escape. Their kiss was relentless, desirous and impatient.
Yuki smacked the person's hard chest feebly to prompt them of her impending suffocation. She was breathless, all her breath stolen by a kiss she did not dislike.
Thankfully, the person understood her struggle and pulled away with hesitation. In the separation of the two lips, swaying transparent fluids with a hint of red remained as evidence of the passionate kiss. When the slimy fluids detached, the major part of it fell under Yuki's lips, where the figure pursued, licked and consumed it.
Yuki felt her face heat up even more as she panted slowly. Even though she could not see their face, Yuki could feel the intensity of the person's gaze on her lips, she sucked it into her mouth bashfully, as if to hide her lips from the eyes she could not even see.
The faceless person brought their hand to her face and stroked it tenderly. Yuki leaned into the cold palms within which she found solace she never knew existed.
"Do you feel better?" Yuki stopped rubbing her face against the palm and froze up. Her eyes widened from disbelief at the reality the question exposed her to.
Yes! She was better!
Yes? She was better? How?
Her pain had completely vanished from her body, her discomfort dissolved, replaced by a warm wave of relaxation. Yuki's mind was now much, much clearer, as were her eyes and the entirety of her being. No pain remained, not an ounce of it!
"H-How…How is this possible?" Yuki exclaimed. She grasped the hand on her face, trapping it between her own dainty hands. She squinted with hope to make out the figure that sat before her, as her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness that surrounded her.
"I took it away. That is what you asked of me." The figure stated with the coolest of manner. They spoke as if the topic was about snapping a twig or drinking a glass of water.
"I did. I know I did, but how is it even possible? Did you feed me something?" Yuki was more curious about how the person stopped her pain than whatever else.
The figure's free hand landed on top of Yuki's head, then slowly descended down her face. Yuki could feel their hand trembling.
"You should get some sleep now, you are tired."
As soon as Yuki finished processing the sentence she heard, her vision became blurry and her mind foggy before she succumbed to the sudden overwhelming dizziness.
The upper part of Yuki's body which was upright, was caught by the unidentified figure when she came collapsing, prior to her loss of consciousness.
The figure put Yuki in bed properly, then they tucked her in, pulling the blankets up to her chin. Afterwards, they placed a light kiss beside Yuki's lower lip and rose from the bed.
The anonymous figure neared the unconscious Jacek, bent and was about picking him up when they stumbled. An unbridled cough was followed by a splatting sound, the fluid that spilled glinted in red. The figure doubled over; chest clenched in a vice-like grip as a pained groan escaped them. They brush their hand over their lip and stared at the crimson red that was now smeared on it.
"How troublesome…"
Sooner than later, they regained their composure, they picked Jacek up and gently laid him down in the massive sofa of the suite.
Noiseless pants echoed throughout the still suite, hailing from the figure that stood in the middle of the room. Their mysterious frame exuded an intense aura which dispersed to every corner of the room. All the while, their glinting eyes were locked on the soundly sleeping Yuki.