Page 7 of Trapping His Angel

I sat straight upin bed, a scream caught in my throat. I looked around, not knowing where I was, the dream fading like a poor memory. If I was stronger, maybe I would remember,but I was weak. Worthless. I couldn’t grasp onto the tendrils, as I forgot once more what made me wake up in a panic, to begin with.It would be easier if I just didn’t open my eyes.My nails dug into flesh, and I looked down. A man was below me.

The one without an eye.

I’d seen him around, but why was I on top of him, and why was his flaccid dick sticky between my thighs? Had we had sex? How?

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve always been this empty.

I climbed off him and headed into the bathroom. He hadn’t moved from his spot, from what I could see as I closed the door. I felt between my thighs. We’d had sex. But, who was that man and why did I have sex with him?

Were we in a relationship?

I could hardly remember how I got here to begin with. I just knew that I was in a dark place and now I wasn’t. I didn’t want to search for where I was before either. Ignorance was bliss. I’d like to remain that way.

Something told me I wouldn’t like what I’d find, if I went searching for my memories.

I hopped in the shower, taking care of my hair first. None of the products in the bathroom were in American, or even in Spanish. Some kind of Russian, and I couldn’t speak that language. I just hoped for the best, and that they wouldn’t damage my curls, but I was covered in sweat and needed to get clean.

I finished washing the rest of my body and hopped out of the shower, pulling a towel around my wet self. I took the second towel and threw my hair in it, even though it wasn’t good for my hair, because I didn’t want to trail water everywhere.

Maybe I could ask my sister for a microfiber towel. It was better. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though, and this wasn’t theroom I’d been given. Unlike the rest of my sisters, I’d been separated, and kept awake at the behest of Valentina.

I still couldn’t remember anything until the ship, but I was here.It’s not like my life was worth remembering anyway.I’d fucked a man I barely knew, and now, I was going to do an almost naked walk of shame. I hoped he didn’t wake up when I crept back in.

I wonder what it would feel like, not to wake up at all.

I let myself out of the bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief to see the silver-haired fox in the same place I’d left him. Guess my pussy was so good he was knocked out for good. I smirked to myself a bit, since I didn’t have the memories to know how good it could be.

I crept out of the room and back upstairs to the mid-level. It was better that the guy was a nameless soldier. I didn’t need Valentina going on a warpath.

“Why are you wet?” Valentina asked, as soon as I stepped back into my room.

“I went swimming when we stopped for fuel.”

“In the nude?” Her eyebrows rose like she didn’t believe me.

“What, you never have?” I stuck my nose in the air.

There was a moment of silence, before we both started laughing together. Once we let out the relief, Valentina said she was going to leave me be.

“I only wanted to check and see how you are doing.”

“I’m fine,” I whispered the lie.

We both knew that I was lying, but she didn’t call me out on it. Valentina left my room, and I went to the small closet, grabbed a T-shirt, and threw it over my body. I flopped on the bed, and thought about the hot stranger and all his muscles.

He had tattoos up his neck. His hair was sprinkled in gray, letting me know he was older than me. He was a low-ranking soldier, no doubt. An attractive one, but I couldn’t do anything else with him.

There was something important I was forgetting, or perhaps, someone. My brain kept telling me that there was something wrong. A foreboding feeling sat on the back of my neck every day.

I hoped it would go away when we got to Russia.

I walked out to get some food. I wasn’t hungry, but I couldn’t help but think that there was strength in numbers. I didn’t want to be alone. Valentina was already there, a plate covered with a mound of food. She was eating for two, even if she hadn’t announced yet.

I could see her slight bump from miles away.

Little things didn’t escape my notice.

I walked the buffet line, and grabbed some sliced oranges and a bottle of water. It had been a long time since I’d eaten anything substantial.

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