Killing Him
The darkness lingered around. The silence is deafening.
There was no wind, but a strange cold that Cassie didn't know where it was coming from was stinging her skin. Her hair stood on end. She fell backward.
She slept next to Blake. She does know that the fragrant steam of his body stings her nose, and she falls asleep comfortably in his arms.
'So, how did I end up in this very dark place?'
She was lying on the cold marble floor. It seemed like she was inside a vast hall; she felt like many people were watching her, but she couldn't see them. The whole area was covered in darkness. She slowly stood up, the nervousness in her chest overflowing.
'Where am I? Where is the Blake? How did I suddenly end up in this place?'