I awaken with a horrible headache, I don't know how I made it here, but I see Christian, and right now, that's all that matters. "Christian..." Christian immediatly turns around when he hears me call his name, he was having a conversation, but now he's here, waiting for me to say something else. My throat feels incredibly sore, my nose is straight up full, and I feel like vomitting, but of all things, instead of asking what happened, I say, "Are we... still... good?" "Yes, baby, of course we're still good, if it weren't for that fucking duchebag, I would've been the one fucking you a week ago..." I nod, and smile. "Water..." "Of course," Christian immediately answers and goes to grab the water bottle that was sitting on a desk in the corner of my cell when I woke up. He then sits down next to me, and gives me a sip, and I immediately spit it out. "Shit!" I curse. "What's wrong?" "It tastes funny... I'm sorry..." I say. "It's ok," Christian replies, and smiles. "A man came about a week and a half ago and raped you..." Christian states. "Yeah, I kn-- wait, a week and a half ago?!" I exclaim. "Yes, you've been out for a week and a half, you've been here, in this hospital, asleep and unconcious, for 11 fucking DAYS!" Christian yells, and I gasp. "But, hey, you don't only have marks from your raper, I also gave you a hicky, right over..." He trails off and points to my pussy. "There." I gasp, and look down at my bottom, then gasp again. I have 4 red hickey marks on my puss. I start sobbing, and Christian tries to calm me down. He pulls me into his arms, "shh... calm down babygirl... you're fine... he can't hurt you anymore, I promise. And anyway, I thought that maybe you wanted to try sex again...?" He suggests, kissing my forehead. "No, no, no, that's disgusting!" I croak-yell. "I do love you, Raegan, and I need you to know that, if you don't want me to fuck you, and give you hickeys, even though you love the pain when you're awake, I..." "Thank you..." I reply, before he can finish.

"Ayo, I was about to say I'll leave them on you when you're sleeping, and aparently you can't freaking wait!"

"Hey! No! I don't want that!"

"Look, I already left some, and now your abdomen is covered in hickeys, made by me, and me only."

"I love..." you, I love you, but I can't say that, because something pulls me into the land of the dreams...