Harmony's POV
My eyes darted around the room. It was dimly lit and completely foreign to me. Every sensation especially those between my legs and on my chest, was enough indication of what was happening to me.
First, I wondered if I had been kidnapped and abused. The scent, the wetness, the sensation . . . it couldn't be a dream.
I panicked, hands flaring trying to get out of the hold of the pair of hands holding me. I never imagined that a day would come when I would be taken advantage of and used without my permission.
"Let go of me," I shouted as loud as I could, yet those hands on my waist tightened. None of those hands was giving up and the movements only intensified.
I frowned as every movement came with a noticeable amount of pain.
"Hmm," a low moan escaped my lips as memories came flooding back.
I have always been very imaginative but these were beyond the letters and words I read on my screen. Those images played out as if it were my life.
My name was not Harmony, I was not the renowned writer and millionaire I was, instead, I was an abused girl. I had become Mirabel, the protagonist of the story my niece wrote.
That was the most absurd conclusion yet the two men hungrily trying to devour my body was enough indication. I looked down at the man whose waist I straddled.
His hazy eyes met my gaze. This was the most important scene in the story.
Mirabel's guilt made her back out at this moment and that was what led to her months of abuse and death.
However, I wasn't Mirabel, I was Harmony, a woman who has only known strength, power and success. If this was some sort of simulation, or my new reality, my first mission was to survive.
So I gave in to what was happening. There mustn't be a victim or a culprit just three people losing their minds in pleasure. Seeking it the way they wanted and how they wanted.
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When I opened my eyes again, the room was still faintly lit. I was under the covers with a man on either side.
I felt a strong urge to scream while pulling her hair. What was I still doing in this room, I had truly hoped it was just an intense wet dream.
I had barely any time to dwell on the confusion of suddenly having the memory of a fictional character even to the smallest details like the colour of the underwear she wore last night.
I moved as quietly as possible, crawling under the covers to the end of the king-size bed. I stepped down from the bed and quickly put on Mirabel's clothes.
There had to be at least a couple of guards close to the elevator. I took deep breaths to ease my shaken body and pretend my legs weren't weak and wobbly from the intense workout last night.
I adjusted my hair and dress. When I considered checking the mirror on the other side of the room, I heard ruffles of the sheets. Without hesitation, I pushed the cart outside the door.
Every step I took was taken confidently masking how horrible the body felt. I ignored the guards as usual when I got to the elevator. He pressed the button for me.
The elevator opened immediately. It was only used by the owner of this floor and this floor had only two guards and the brothers.
I nodded at him casually and pushed the cart into the elevator and pressed the button to the ground floor. Perhaps the men in this world were not that bad after all.
Alone in the closed elevator, I rested on the cart and looked at my reflection on the wall. The face that met my gaze was pale but very gorgeous.
Every part of the face seemed to play a perfect beauty role beyond its usefulness. None of them was out of proportion. This was her face. Lips, nose, jaw, chin, eyes, everything belonged to my younger self.
I frowned remembering the description I got about the character in my niece's story. My niece used my appearance for the protagonist.
Ding!
I pushed the cart outside. With the memories of the protagonist, I could easily navigate to the staff's lounge. I bowed my head deeply until my chin touched my chest.
None of Mirabel's colleagues noticed anything, it would have been strange if I lifted her head instead.
Leaving the cart with the others, I walked as fast as I could without calling attention. I changed my clothes and emptied my locker into a tote bag before leaving through the back door.
I mounted Mirabel's bicycle and paddled away as fast as my legs could carry me.
Everything felt familiar almost too familiar. It was as though I was the person who drugged the men's drinks with the intention of gaining their sympathy with pregnancy.
I stopped at a pharmacy and asked for morning pills. The eyes of the man behind the counter scanned me without masking his judgment. Although I was taken aback by the man's gaze, I knew she had to go through it to get the pills.
I got a bottle of water from the convenience store across from the drug store. I knew how to get by even though this world was several decades younger than my timeline.
I pulled out my smartphone and checked the date. They were in the year 2025 and it was midsummer. I came from the year 2075 and I was only thirty-six years old.
I rode back to the house Mirabel shared with her step-siblings. I pulled her bike to the single-room guest house.
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3rd person POV
Zephyr frowned and massaged his temple due to the aftereffect of the drug. He took a sip from the bottle of water his assistant gave him and glanced at his brother staring quietly at the tablet he held.
"So?" he asked when he got no reaction from Jasper's overly calm expression.
Both of them woke up in bed with traces of intimacy. They had no time to panic when the memories of the lady flooded their mind.
It was a wild night neither of them wanted to talk about. She had drugged them and had sex with them. She left the next morning casually as though nothing had happened.
This was the first time such a thing had happened to either of them and all they could do was look at the information and picture of the culprit.
"I don't know," Jasper replied placing the tablet down.
"I will find her and kill her," Zephyr announced.
Jasper nodded in agreement. His brother was involved in their underworld business and the perfect person to stain his hand with blood.
"Do you want to participate?" Zephyr asked wriggling his brows enticingly.
"No," Jasper replied calmly shaking his head. Zephyr was his twin brother but they shared very different hobbies.
Jasper picked up the tablet again. The girl looked very innocent with hazel doe eyes staring at him but she had done all that last night. She took control of all that happened.
Zephyr rose up. "I will take my leave then," he announced. Without waiting for his brother to respond, he left the room.
Jasper shook his head at his brother's impatience to get to work.