Because I felt a pair of strong arms underneath my thighs and shoulders and I'm facing a hard chest, not like a sponge we have.

I may be unconscious but I can feel everything as to how his manly scent attracted me in the first place and made me wrap my hand around his neck and how his breath became uneven when my face buried on the crook of his neck.

I think I have created a slight effect on him, the racing of his heartbeat says so.

The gentleman placed me on the wooden table sooo gently as I'm some kind of broken doll but it didn't help a bit because I hissed in pain when my back contacted the table. "Huh!!" I groaned and made an attempt to sit but he pushed me back.

"Lay here. I'm placing the pillow under your waist." He placed the pillow under my waist where I have a merciless wound, but the pillow is not soft as I had in my dream.

"I'm going to inject you. You will alright. You 

Once I put my underwear, I looked back at the mirror and examined my wrist just below my palm where I had a fresh purple stain half day ago and now it has turned into dry brown like I had a bruised wrist a week ago, not yesterday. How it's possible?

And then I turned my back to examine the ugly wound which will definitely leave a permanent scar, and to my surprise, the wound has faded completely and I can see the faint trace of the scar if I look more closely and I can't even feel any pain.

IM.POSSI.BLE!!!

He is not a magician, will he?

And I recalled the dream as it felt so fucking real. Wait... I was in the basement which is an open area under the control of that monster. That means Heil could have come there and it could have eaten me right there if it wants but why it didn't happen?

But someone is there while I was drowning in my sadness. And it can't be a normal human because e

One dad gave some plenty of dollars to his ten years old daughter and said, "Buy the most beautiful gift you want on your 18th birthday, use this money only for yourself." He said the last sentence solely looking at his daughter because his daughter has a habit of spending money for poor people which her dad taught her at a young age.

She never considers her needs other than eating. She was so young to involve herself in social activities but she proved everyone as age has no limit.

She shook her head as a sign of yes and brought her both hands to her chest as promising, "I will use this money for myself." Her dad felt very proud of her, he thought he raised his daughter very well.

She is the most independent girl at the age of ten and never asks for money from her parents. She used to work in a restaurant as a cashier and earned money for herself though there is no need for any becau

Because I felt a pair of strong arms underneath my thighs and shoulders and I'm facing a hard chest, not like a sponge we have.

I may be unconscious but I can feel everything as to how his manly scent attracted me in the first place and made me wrap my hand around his neck and how his breath became uneven when my face buried on the crook of his neck.

I think I have created a slight effect on him, the racing of his heartbeat says so.

The gentleman placed me on the wooden table sooo gently as I'm some kind of broken doll but it didn't help a bit because I hissed in pain when my back contacted the table. "Huh!!" I groaned and made an attempt to sit but he pushed me back.

"Lay here. I'm placing the pillow under your waist." He placed the pillow under my waist where I have a merciless wound, but the pillow is not soft as I had in my dream.

"I'm going to inject you. You will alright. You may feel slight pain." I felt the piercing pain in my upper arm but that is nothing when compared to

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