In her sleep, Mila dreamt of her wedding night when she kept running away from Zyran, but something funny happened this time. She wasn't running; she was walking casually towards Zyran, and he was running with his cat.
It was funny to Mila at first because she was the one instilling fear instead of Zyran, and she enjoyed it so much. She was about to take a step forward but felt a collar around her neck. When she turned, she saw Zyran standing behind her. He was laughing.
Mila opened her eyes and groaned. She rubbed her head, turning to the side. Her body felt so sore and spent that all she could do was lay on the bed and stare at the sky.
The rain had finally stopped, but the soft drops from the roof to a particular stone disturbed Mila's senses.
"Humm," Mila moaned when she moved her leg and felt the soreness in her core. She hadn't expected Zyran to fuck her when he did.
