66|| His silent attitude

Anna slowly opened her eyes staring at the white ceiling. It took a while to gather her thoughts and the first question that played across her head was, "was she dead?"

She turned her head left and right to take in her surroundings and her heart made a thudding in her chest when she realised where she was.

She rose to sit, slowly and carefully, she pulled herself up. Her wrists up to her shoulders were shiny and scented a nice oil fragrance. There were no burns or pains on her arm. If anything, Anna felt… fine. Her ass was just nub from lying in bed all night.

She drew her knees up, wondering how she got here. She noticed two dark haired men in the room with her. They were sprawled on the couch, their eyes closed and mouth slightly opened as they dozed off.

They were out like a light.

How long had she been out? She wondered. Judging by the time of the night, she could say a few hours.

Her body, however, felt light and very refreshed like he had been sleeping for days. Anna placed her f