Chapter Three
As my body leaned toward the abyss and the wind whistled in my ears, I suddenly felt a steel grip clench onto my arm.
It wasn't just a pull; it was an overwhelming force that uprooted me from the edge of death to throw me violently onto the cold marble of the balcony.
My back slammed against the floor, and I felt a gust of air escape my chest from the force of the impact.
"What has gotten into you, you madman?!"
The voice echoed in my head; it was deep and rough, carrying a tone of unquestionable authority.
I raised my head slowly, panting while terror still possessed me, only for my eyes to meet a strange man standing over me like a mountain.
His skin was pure white under the moonlight, and his blonde hair fluttered lightly, but his eyes... oh my God,
his eyes possessed a mysterious charm that made me forget for a minute that I was on the verge of suicide.
"Who.. who are you?"
My words came out fragmented and weak.
Suddenly, I felt nothing but a powerful blow descending upon my head;
I felt a sharp pain throbbing behind my forehead, and imaginary sparks flew before my eyes.
"Have you gone back to using those toxins again?"
He growled in an angry voice while eyeing me with contemptuous looks.
"I have warned you hundreds of times against this crap.. look at yourself, those cursed substances have started eating what remains of your small mind!"
I felt the spot of the blow with trembling fingers; the pain was sharp, throbbing, and very real.
"So.. I am not dreaming?"
I whispered to myself in bewilderment, as tears almost escaped my eyes due to the physical shock.
He let out a sarcastic laugh, short and dry, then stood tall with his long, massive body that completely blocked the moonlight from me.
He extended his large hand toward me, his fingers looking strong with prominent veins, and said in a commanding tone wrapped in a familiar roughness:
"Get up, you idiot.. get up and stop acting like a child!"
The throbbing pain in my back from the impact with the marble screamed one truth in my face: this is not a dream.
I felt the coldness of the floor seeping through my skin, while my mind drowned in a whirlpool of questions:
"Where is my body? Am I dead in that bus? And where is the soul of this man? Are we trapped in each other's bodies?"
My thoughts were interrupted by that resonant voice vibrating in the air around us.
"Come on, get into the bathroom and wash your body with cold water.. now!"
I lifted my gaze toward him, feeling a stiffness in my neck.
I was staring at him like a fool, my eyes wandering over the features of his precisely sculpted face;
his handsomeness was sharp, provocative, and made my breath falter involuntarily.
Damn, why is he this handsome?
He didn't wait for my response; instead, I felt his strong hand close around my wrist like a shackle.
He pulled me behind him as if I were a wooden doll,
to hurl me inside a vast space that exceeded the area of my entire old house.
The bathroom was drowned in black, from the polished marble to the silky towels; it seems this "Adrian" was obsessed with his darkness.
"Come on, take off your clothes,"
he said in a casual, dry tone as he stood in front of me.
At that moment, I felt an electric shock course through my limbs.
I crossed my arms tightly over my broad chest and interlocked my fingers as if I were trying to protect my trapped soul inside.
"What?! Impossible!"
The word came out choked and trembling.
He narrowed his eyes with suspicion and took a step toward me to close the distance between us.
"Adrian, what has gotten into you? Take off your clothes now.. a shower is the only thing that will put your scattered mind back in its place."
I looked directly into his eyes and felt a strange heat invading my cheeks, which I hadn't gotten used to the texture of yet.
"Get out.."
I said in a commanding tone, trying to gather the pieces of myself.
"I will shower by myself, get out now!"
He stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows rising in astonishment, while he eyed me with a puzzled look that began to examine my strange situation.
"Since when did you know such shyness?"
he muttered with curiosity, his eyes still fixed on my flushed face.
"From this moment, things will change.. come on, get out!"
I used Adrian's strong arms for the first time with full will; the push was sharp and fast,
as if I were pushing a light wooden door, not a massive man.
And as soon as he was outside the threshold, I turned the key in the lock,
hearing the metallic "click" sound that gave me a temporary sense of security.
I leaned my back against the cold door, my breath accelerating.
How will I convince this world that I haven't lost my mind? How will I play the role of this man when I don't even know his last name?
My trembling fingers slid toward the shirt buttons; I took it off, letting it fall to the floor with the softness of silk.
My gaze froze in the mirror; there was a "dragon" tattoo extending from his broad shoulder and coiling around his massive arm as if it were a living creature.
I passed my fingertips over the engraved black ink, feeling the prominence of the tattoo under his hot, taut skin.
The sight combined terror and attraction an excessive power I never imagined I would touch one day, let alone possess.
With greater hesitation, I got rid of the pants.
That strange member reappeared, massive and imposing in a way that exceeded all my previous conceptions about men.
I approached it with a hand filled with curiosity mixed with fear; as soon as my fingertips touched it, I felt an immediate reaction.
The body trembled in my hands, and it stood up with a powerful and terrifying mechanical force.
At that very moment, a bolt of staggering "ecstasy" struck the bottom of my stomach, and a sticky heat coursed through my veins that I had never experienced in my female body.
I froze in my place, panting, my green eyes in the mirror appearing sharper and darker.
"Damn it.."
I whispered in a choked voice, confusion seizing every cell in me.
"Am I going to end up raping myself? Or does this body possess a mind of its own?"