Dark Cravings

Going down

Amber's POV

As my eyes were closed, I could feel something bothering me. It was the sunlight, shining right through them threatening me to wake up or it would still continue to bother me. Just by the hot rays burning my face, I knew it was going to be warm today outside, but that was irrelevant to me because I wasn't going anywhere, I was living in a prison.
I finally decided to open my eyes and wake up but as soon as I moved a little bit I felt a terrible headache and I could taste alcohol in my mouth and suddenly my bladder started screaming BATHROOM.
I was about to get up when I felt a sharp pain in my leg and when I looked at it it was covered with bandage wrap.

"Shit what happened last night? Did I drink that much and started stripping on the bar's counter and then fell down on broken glasses?"

Probably, cause I had no other explanation of what caused this.It was like deja vu when I first woke up in this room, bad alcohol taste in my mouth, a headache and not a single explanation of what had happened the other night, just to discover I was at the house of two immortal Gods who surprisingly thought I was a witch.

I closed my eyes for a second and then boom,reality hit me hard. I may not have had a memory of last night but my friendly ruiner subconscious was always there to remind me of my stupid actions. I really did dance like a stripper but on the floor thank god, and with a guy I didn't even know.

"At least he was hot tho"- I thought as I pictured the moment.

"Wait,,,- memories dragging themselves out of my better-not-recover-these-memories-because-you-don't-want-to-remind-yourself-how-stupid-you-are blackhole inside of my brain,- that plastic bitch flirting with the asshole."

My blood began to boil and a sudden urge to punch Seraphis awoke inside of me making me feel so frustrated that he left me alone only to fuck some plastic bag. He took me there,he was keeping me here without my consent so the least he could do was to keep me company. Instead,of course he preferred a plastic, reusable bag. God knows how many guys've had her so practically her body would be called "reusable" and Mr.Sex-addicted God joined to brotherhood, like the cheap tasteless guy he was. Maybe that's why his eyes turn completely black,he was a blind asshole and in conclusion to all of this he clearly would go for a plastic bag and not a pretty colorful expensive bag rich people used for expensive gifts, and in this case this bag was me.

"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? Why the hell was I thinking of Serapis choosing me, why was I jealous and why for God's sake was I comparing myself to a bag?"

But these foolish events didn't explain my leg, or did somebody just decided to play doctor with my body? What was left out that I needed to remember?

"AAAAAAAA"- I screamed at the top of my lungs,consuming all of my voice.

Huh everyone would think I did that because I remembered the idiot mutilated my leg leaving me to die in a club's dirty bathroom because he was too lazy to clean the damn mess, but no, sorry to disappoint. I was actually screaming because HE FUCKING KISSED ME.I KISSED HIM.WE KISSED.

I thought I was walking fast to lock the door so that none of the two guys would burst in to ask what my hysterical scream was about, but my leg was making me walk slower than a damn turtle.
I was as red as a chilly pepper, embarrassment and arousal flowing all over my body I even forgot the leg pain.
Had I dreamt it?
No way I wasn't a horny teenager that would dream about any hot guys she lays her eyes on and when I crawled to the bathroom a large purple hickey was resting on my neck telling me:"Oh hi there,nope you're not crazy he did kiss you and you liked it you nasty girl."