25.

"Emerick..."

The BloodHound's name unconsciously flew past Madeleine's lips into a soft mewl as she mildly stirred, the muddled image of his face slowly fading away from her mind.

Pain erupted from the area between her neck and shoulder as soon as she came back to her senses, forcing out a groan from her throat.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, immediately greeted by a soft and incandescent pinkish light.

Another moan escaped her lips, her palms slowly pushing against the soft surface beneath her as she weakly rose herself into a sitting position, noticing the large round mattress she was laying on, the stark white and velvety fabric underneath her almost blending with the long dress covering her body.

Her eyes quickly widened as she examined the dress, noticing the two slits on each side that started from her hips, also emphasizing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Her heart immediately started to pound within her chest, her gaze fastly travelling around the spacious