His Plumpy Mate
“Do I even deserve such trust I thought to myself”
“You can do this,” it said to me, its voice becoming a whisper of its formal sound.
I reached in again, this time the heat bubbled harder inside me, I cried out from the feeling. Lifting my gaze to the door, I froze in shock.
Rushing towards me in full speed, was a woman, clad in complete black, her eyes pitch black, not even a trace of white could be found on her eye balls.
Her face was oddly familiar, “Vega” I gasped. Of course, how could I forget, I had seen her through Aragon's Vision, not only that she had also plagued my dreams for years, one of the objects of terrors in my nightmare.