The choice of a Betrayer
Ouro opened her eyes, and her body washed with a light and pleasant sensation—one she had never felt before. It sapped away her will to stand up and do anything, yet it was pleasant, like the warmth of Jensen's embrace.
Warm blankets enveloped her body like a precious gift from above. 'I think I just went to sleep… Is this the work of Jensen?' It's the only possible explanation because she gave in to unconsciousness without using the blanket.
'He… maybe he's sincere about his intentions. He wants to help me, save me from myself and these sins.' Her lips formed a small pout as she recalled the memories and kindness of his touch, how he touched her head and hugged her without ulterior motives or feigned virtue.