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rees made of mint. It's perfect. I like what my mind creates in my consciou

it. So I sit up briefly, letting my eyes scan around my room for where it flew to before they fall on the

ing the one that has a n

for awakening

d curl on my pillow, nuzzling into it nicely. This world doesn't smell

s my pillow. I almost burst into tears as I try reaching out for som

es open as wife as I can so I can shoot him a stern look but I doubt

I hear the amusement in his voice when he asks that. "Charming. You h

ng to make me sober forcefully? I don't take drugs to feel nice so I sleep and now he wo

eyebrow in surprise but I quickly shake my head, patting the si

ck then before I can blink, I'm carried out of my bed and I'm in th

wl out of it but even though he's not looking at me, he says while sprinkli

fast at the threat and I'm suddenly filled with a burning need to put a stake through his heart. He, of cour

how I can pull him off killing him and return to my bed who has never

nd it's fur puffy. Green eyes look back up at me as it meows, asking for atten

it rests. It's tail swings over my face like a pendulum and immedi

kes me because I'm letting her sleep on me and he won't, because he's mean but I don't. I keep my focus on her

stretches first, doing so with a small yawn before her eyes look back at

not li

while I watch him slide a bowl towards me. I bend towards it to sniff it, the

I apologize for that. I have never had a reason to cook a human dish

w with a hint of humour all over his features. I keep my eyes on him as I chew, a crunching s

fountain and I'm in flavour heaven. Plus, I know complimenting people always had them cont

ing to like

and pats my hea

ood is good again when I resume eating. He stays there watching as I do so, not blinking for

an feel all the hairs on my body stand at it, because instinctively, I can tell he's watching me li

nd the bowl then towards the sink. "And I know it is something silly because of the dist

playing on my thoughts. I don't like it. I'd rather he feeds me than mess with m

inally thought but muscular in the sense that he looks naturally perfect with everything. He has his hair packed but because it is not too lon

weigh my pros and cons now, figuring out my chances before I speak, finally

tunately, no. You have to because they aren't supposed

kill

otice it as he continues, "We made a deal, Solaris Mont. You do all the things that you w

force me to do as he wishes. My entire family is dead. We were

r the next thirty minutes before he sighs and says, "Alright. What if I fly you to It

me isn't quite happy with how he knows what to bribe me with, the idea of m

of course, tw