Elle’s Point of view

“Memories…” I mumbled.

I almost shouted when he pulled me beside him and laid me on bed.

I had a couple of long strands of hair on my face as my legs were bound. He brushed them away, allowing me to view more of his face. I'm feeling better; there's only some space within my stomach, and I'm not sure if I'm hungry or if I was carrying something inside me.

“Are you okay? You are pale.” Now he's tickling my face by dragging his finger along the side of my face as if he's trying to figure out what shape it is.

“I’m okay,” I...