What If...
I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man?
Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked!
I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still?
“Damian?” I touched his shoulder.