”“Seriously? Who cares what you’re supposed to do? That was completely cruel!”She couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m sure you’ll get to fini...sh at some point this week,” she said in a mocking tone.“Oh, I plan to finish as soon as we step into that room!”“Eww, no,” she said. “I’m completely covered in oil. It’s all in my hair. I feel disgusting. Besides, I kind of like it when you’re all pent-up and on edge!”*True to her word, she didn’t take care of me when we returned to our room. Even after she. My hair has a natural soft wave to it and it lent a bit of soft, innocence to my look that I decided to keep. A quick brush of eye shadow to darken my eyes followed by a glossy red lipstick finished the look. I noticed I still had four minutes to spare as I glanced at the clock and decided to dab on a bit of vanilla body oil to my neck and wrists before I stepped out of the bathroom quietly. I stepped across the small opening to my closet and closed a pair of strapy black stilettos around my. I tried tomake my arms and legs move and nothing was happening. The beep was coming fasternow each pulse, closer and closer, faster and faster. Each strident scream ofsound a white-hot poker that seemed to make lights flash inside my skull. It wasgetting brighter, but it hurt. Then it started to make sense. But it was a sensethat I didn't want to understand. Something was very wrong. This sense shouldn'tbe. That's a heart monitor. Heart monitor... hospital... I'm in a hospital. Whyam I in a. Immer noch wusste ichnicht, wie man den Body aufbekommt. Also griff ich durch ein Beinlochund zog die Strumpfhose etwas herunter, so konnte ich problemlospinkeln. Dann wollte ich zu Alanja, aber etwas hielt mich ab. Ich gingzum Kleiderschrank.Alle meine Kleider waren weg. Stattdessen hingen dort diverse Kleider,alle sehr romantisch und genau passend f?r eine Elfe. Dazu jeweils einpassendes Paar Pumps, sowie Strumpfhosen und Bodies. Das war alles.Ohne gro? dar?ber nachzudenken, w?hlte ich eines.