Play His Games

"What the hell?" 

Those were the first thought that crossed Islinda's mind when she woke up on the bare floor. She was shivering and her body hurt all over, it almost seemed as if someone tossed and rolled her on the floor. 

"Good morning, Big sister!" A voice boomed from behind her, nearly giving her a heart attack. 

Islinda turned and met Eli's clear blue eyes which had a hint of cold, dark amusement in them which cleared away almost immediately that she wondered if what she had seen had been a figment of her imagination. The sleep must be messing with her eyes. 

"Eli..." She breathed, running her hand through her hair that resembled a bird's nest as she looked around her surroundings. 

She lifted her worn-out duvet on the floor, brows furrowed in confusion, "What happened?" The last she remembered, she had been in bed with him. 

"Don't you remember, big Sister?" He blinked at her innocently.