Lucien

When he came awake next, he waited for his eyes to get accustomed to the gloom.

Where was his woman? He thought with a frown, missing the clean, fresh smell of her body, her warmth, her soft body curled against him, ready for him…

With a start, he comprehended that he was in a totally unfamiliar place.

He was in a room; a small room and it was the smell that hit him. Unwashed clothing and human bodies.

He scowled.

Where in the f*ck was he?

*

Gradually the memories resurfaced.

The last thing he remembered was the snow. Slowly, as he lay there, he began to remember snippets...