"He's unconscious, Davinia. That's enough. We've got all we need from him." Tiana has a tight grip on my hand. She's scared I might lose it, I can tell from the way she keeps searching for closure in my eyes. For warmth, for Davi.

Marco is unrecognizable, except for his hair which also has a fair amount of blood matting it, the rest of his body is messy with blood. My eyes drop down to the bloody scalpel in my hand. The metalic taste of blood fills my lungs like I drank a cup of it, my face is coated with blood and so is my right hand. Slowly and stiffly, I look up at Tiana's eyes which are full of worry and I look down at my pants trousers that have splashes of blood on them.

"I need a bath." I mutter stiffly. She nods her head in agreement as she takes the scalpel from me and throws it away. The sound of it echoes in the room, giving a dramatic effect.

"Let's go." She holds my arm and begins to lead me away from Marco but someone blocks our path.

I lazily drag my eyes to look at what or who is stopping us from walking. In front of me is Rolan in his white shirt with rolled up sleeves. Forgot he was in the room. He must probably think I'm crazy and will definitely want nothing to do with me again.

At this point, I don't think I care, then he says something to me or to Tiana, I'm not really sure.

"Are you sure?" I hear Tiana ask him. My head is spinning, the ground is coming closer to me. My insides are churning, making me uncomfortable.

I don't know what Rolan said but the next thing I know, I'm in his arms and he's carrying me. I don't try to fight or argue. My body feels too weak to do so even if I wanted to. I simply rest my head on his chest where I can hear his calm beating heart.

I don't know where he is taking me and why he is taking me but the second I feel him drop me on my feet, I get náusous. He still has his hands on my arms so I can stand.

If I'm correct, we're in my room. He brought me to my room. I feel a bile rise in my throat and I dash into the toilet like an injured deer. Finding my way to the closet, I get on my knees and spill all that I ate today into it.

Images of what I did to Marcus flashes through my mind like a movie. It makes me heave and heave. There's nothing in my stomach anymore but I continue to heave and it feels like my organs are twisting into a knot. Tears sting my eyes as I force my body to stop overreacting, there's nothing more to spill.

Seconds later and I can breathe through my nose again. It is now I notice that Rolan has my hair bundled in his hands to prevent them from getting soiled by my vomit. I feel like the ground should open up and swallow me. I'm going to die from embarrassment.

"Done?" His voice is cold yet soft. I give him a silent nod.

"Can you get up?" I shake my head.

My hair drops to my back and I feel his hand go under my knees. He carries me off the floor. I refuse to look at his face. To see the disgust and shame in his eyes. If my body didn't feel like jelly I wouldn't have allowed him to carry me to my room.

"I'm going to get you out of your clothes." He announces softly, like he's talking to his child. I feel like one. He places me on the stool beside my large oval bathtub.

He does not wait for me to say or do anything when he begins to open the buttons of my blouse, meticulously. My blouse goes off first, he drops it on the floor, beside me. My trousers go next, then my bra and panties. All in a pile on the floor.

No one says a word. My nausea is gone and my head is not spinning anymore but there's a loud pounding in it. The cold attacks my naked skin. Unconsciously, I wrap my hands around myself.

His eyes are on me. I can feel it, his scorching gaze on my skin. Why is he staring? I don't feel comfortable under his intense gaze. After seconds of arguing with myself, I look up. I meet his stare head on but I falter. Why are his eyes not looking at me with disgust and shame, with pity? Why does he have this stupid smile on his face? Anger boils in me and I burst.

"What is so funny? Are you mocking me Mr Dimitri? If you have nothing else to do, please leave my roo-"

My eyes fly open when he smashes his lips on mine. Immediately, sucking on my lower lip. The smile on his face deceived me because his kiss is fierce and wicked, Full of anger. Is he mad at me? He bites, sucks, licks my lip. Taking my whole mouth in his. It's overwhelming, I hold his shoulders for balance. He pushes my back to the wall without using his hands. Did he not see me puke my guts out.

Something swirls in the pit of my stomach. My nipples are tingling, probably from the cold. I try to kiss him back, to match his energy but I fail. He's too strong, too fast. I can't breathe, I push him but there's no strength in me.

I want to speak but his lips don't allow me too. Suddenly, he tears away from me. I suck in a huge amount of air into my lungs. He is breathing hard and fast.

His eyes are on fire, livid with lust and anger. Something drips from my lips. Slowly, I lift my hand, my fingers touch my lower lip. I look down at it. Blood, my lower lip is bleeding. My eyes drag up to meet his merciless eyes.

"Fuck."