56 Gone

More and more questions seemed to bombard my thoughts.

But, I know for sure that Zanthos is up to something.

And whatever it is, it's not something good.

I think Eros thought the same thing I did because his eyes had flashed silver to show that he was probably mind-linking someone to confirm Zanthos' information.

Before long, Eros breathed out a sigh under his breath.

"I'll be back in a little bit, Emira. You should sleep first," he said.

He leaned down and pressed a soft and delicate kiss against my warm temple.

His lips lingered rather longingly against my skin before he pulled back.

Eros went to the bathroom to clean up and dressed rather quickly after that.

For some reason, I didn't want him to go. I pulled the covers over my entire body, including my face.

The doors opened and closed to signify that Eros had left with Zanthos.

I don't know why but there was this nagging feeling in my gut like lead was settling at the bottom of my stomach.

It made me anxious and nervous for some really weird reason. I got really jittery all of a sudden.

Sighing, I grabbed some new clothes from my closet and went into the bathroom to shower off all of the sweat on my skin.

As the minutes trickled by, the feeling seemed to worsen, as if foreshadowing that something was going to happen.

And I would have no chance to do anything or protect myself from it, no matter how I thought I could or how hard I try.

Odd.

Biting down on my lower lip, I quickly stepped out of the shower with this antsy feeling welling up inside of me.

I shakily dressed in a pair of joggers and a grey t-shirt.

I was thinking that if something did go down, I would at least be dressed to run for my life.

That thought makes me pause.

Just as my fingers grazed the door handle, I stopped and pulled back.

It was almost like the feeling of watching a scary movie and screaming at the TV trying to tell the main actor/actress not to open the door because we all know that the psycho is on the other side waiting to kill them.

My heart suddenly started to pound rapidly in my chest and adrenaline rushed through my system without any reason or rhyme.

Although I just took a shower not even 4 minutes ago, my back was completely wet with sweat.

I swallowed down the sudden lump in my throat and cautiously stepped forward to lock the door when it suddenly slammed open with a sharp crack.

The wood door smacked me in the face rather painfully and blinded me for a split second before hitting the back wall loudly.

My entire face hurt like hell.

Tears filled my eyes rapidly while my ears were ringing piercingly in my head.

I absently wondered if my nose was broken because it sure hurt like it was.

I reeled back.

Bright lights flashed in my vision only for a second when a white cloth was slapped onto my face.

It blocked off my eyes, nose, and mouth.

Before I could stop myself, I heavily inhaled.

And the extremely strong drug was dragged into my system.

I nearly choked at the strong burn down my lungs.

I tried to cough it back up but with the cloth so heavily forced onto my face, I ended up choking pathetically as my vision started to go blurry.

Screaming for Eros wasn't even an option because the only noise coming through the thick fabric was unrecognizable, even to my ears.

All I could think to do was try to keep myself conscious by biting down on my tongue until the metallic taste of my blood filled every corner of my mouth.

With a grimace, I starting punching randomly in front of me but to no effect.

It seemed to hurt me more than the offenders.

I struggled to detach their arms from my body, choking behind the cloth due to lack of air.

Before long, thick muscled arms caught my flailing limbs and held them painfully down by my side.

I gritted my jaw and started kicking wildly, uncaring that my actions were useless.

I tried.

I really did.

But yet it was useless.

My entire body slowly lost its strength.

I could feel myself become flaccid like strings of noodles before I fell back against a hard chest.

By then, my vision turned into a mist of black.