Annabelle's Point of View
My eyes fluttered open, the faint hum of the machine filling the air. My head pounded, my mouth dry like filter paper. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. Pain coursed down my lower region.
Where was I? I couldn't remember any details about myself. All I knew was my name—Annabelle.
Pain coursed through me, sharp and unrelenting. I blinked, my vision adjusting to the white walls. The door yanked open, and doctors walked in, smiles on their faces as they hovered around my bed.
All I could do was stare at them, my mind running wild. I felt like asking them questions but couldn't. They were too busy—too busy to notice my presence.
A few minutes later, a nurse walked into the room with a smile on her face, a wrapped baby cradled in her arms.
"Hello, ma'am," she greeted, walking toward me. I stared at her, my confusion rising.
"What's going on? What am I doing here?" My voice came out hoarse, barely audible.
Her smile faded, her eyes darting to the doctors at the edge of the room before settling back on me.
"You gave birth, dear. A baby boy," she said, forcing a smile as she tilted the baby.
I froze, my hand grabbing the sheets. Baby? Birth? I was yet to figure out who I was, now this?
I bit my lips, trying hard to remember whose baby she was carrying. All I got in my mind was endless darkness.
"I…what?" I stammered, shock etched on my face.
The smile on her face faded completely as she slowly retreated. She glanced back at the doctor, raising her brow.
"You need to calm down," she whispered slowly, trying to capture my interest. I could feel the atmosphere shift, tension settling in.
"I'll be right back," she murmured, her voice strained as she left the room in hurried steps.
Sweat dripped down my forehead as I watched the other medical practitioners whispering in low tones. The air was thick with tension, and I was getting uncomfortable. I wanted to leave.
Just then, my sharp gaze caught a doctor preparing an injection. The glint of the syringe sent fear down my spine. I knew he was going to use it on me.
"No!" I gasped, rising on the bed and standing on my feet in a hurry.
"Calm down!" one of the doctors yelled, bolting toward me. He grabbed my wrist, but I broke free from his grip.
I threw off the covers, unplugging whatever the doctors had attached to my body. I was determined to leave the hospital. I bolted out of the room with lightning speed, despite how my body protested.
They called after me, their voices blurring into meaningless noise as I ran.
I didn't stop—not when my legs screamed in protest, not when the cold night air hit me like a slap. I ran until the bright lights of the hospital faded into the distance, until my lungs burned and my heart felt like it would burst.
The shrill ringing of my phone jolted me awake from sleep. I squinted, adjusting my eyes to the rays of the sun seeping through the curtains. I stretched my hand, grabbing the phone and dragging it into view. A glance at the screen made my heart sink.
It was Mr. Dick, my landlord.
I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I answered. "Hello?"
His gruff voice barked through the line.
"Annabelle, I've given you enough time. Two days! That's all you've got, or you're out. Do you hear me?"
The call ended before I could respond.
Two days. I couldn't even afford a single meal, let alone rent.
I had just gotten back from an evening shift a few hours ago. I hadn't had proper sleep for the last few months—always busy with work.
I sat up from the bed, slipping into a comfortable outfit and preparing for my night shift. The cool evening air hit my face as I made my way to the stone-hard hotel. I arrived there and served the patrons gathered, Vanessa's invitation echoing in my head.
At exactly 1 a.m., I was done with my shift. I should have headed home to grab some sleep before resuming at 6 a.m., but I was too broken to go home. All I wanted was to go wild and let my frustrations out.
I boarded a taxi to the party Vanessa had invited me to. I got immersed in the party, watching the strippers gyrate to the pounding beats. The music was so loud it drowned the voices in my head, and all I could do was nod.
One drink turned into two, then three, until I lost count. I danced like I had it all and had nothing to lose, which I honestly didn't. Vanessa, on the other hand, was oblivious to my presence, too drunk to notice.
Suddenly, my eyes locked with his. He leaned against a wall, a smile on his lips as he gulped the hot whiskey cradled in his hands. Everything froze for a split second—the beating of my heart, the only sound punctuating the air.
I didn't know why, but I found myself walking in his direction, my eyes never leaving his hot body.
He didn't smile. He didn't even move, but his eyes kept pulling me closer like a magnet, and I couldn't resist. Before I knew it, I was standing before him in my drunken state, so close that I felt his warm breath on my skin.
"You've been watching me all night," I whispered, biting my lips slowly.
He raised his brow, a smirk on his face.
"You make it hard not to," he replied, his voice low and deep. "What's your name?" he asked, leaning closer.
"Annabelle." The words barely left my lips, and I found myself leaning toward him, my lips resting on his. My hand clung to the back of his head, and he cradled me in his arms as I kissed him wildly, like my life depended on it.
Everything happened too quickly, and I found myself in one of the rooms, beckoning him to rip me apart.
"I want to moan your name," I whispered as he twisted my nipple, slowly biting my earlobe. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, threatening to tear through the fabric of his clothes.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Ryan," he mumbled, his fingers slowly sliding to my wet groin. He slipped his middle finger into my pants, feeling the wetness and stroking my clitoris.
My pupils dilated, and I moaned as he slipped his finger into my pussy.
"Ry…an," I moaned, thudding my head against the nightstand. The slippery sounds mingled with my moans, filling the air. Electrical pulses rushed down my spine.
After a while, he stopped, slowly sliding down to my lower abdomen, his tongue flickering out as he rubbed in circles.
"Stop," I gasped, my voice shaking, indirectly asking him for more. He devoured my lower region like a predator, licking violently and sucking at intervals, threatening to suck out my soul.
Suddenly, he paused, loosening his belt. My eyes widened as I stared at his rock-hard cock.
"I'll be slow," he mumbled. I turned around, arching my waist as he thrust into me, increasing his pace while maintaining the same rhythm.
"Fuck!" I moaned louder, biting my lower lip as he twisted my hardened nipples.
This was heaven. I had deprived myself of this pleasure, and I couldn't forgive myself. I shut my eyes, too weak to moan, as I slowly walked into the world of romance.