Chapter 39 - Ill Survive (2/2)

”Wake up, Arianna!” He barked at her, shaking her vigorously and that did the magic.

Arianna woke up to a pair of hands holding her down and her survival instinct kicked in. Without thinking much, plus the advantageous position she was in, Arianna reached out and kneeled him right in the place where the sun never shines.

That move has always proved effective and it was not surprising when he rolled off her, groaning in pain and giving her time to breathe.

While the man was trying to hold her down, it was almost as if she was drowning and needed to breathe.

Arianna got off the bed and took a long, deep breath into her lungs, her chest heaving as if she ran a marathon. She still had no clue what was going on here nor how she got here.

Then it hit her as she remembered last night's encounter and those blue electrifying one.

”Oh my God!” She gasped, ”Elijah!”

Arianna rushed over to the bed when Elijah was on his back in the bed clutching a certain area of his body, still moaning in pain.

”Oh my God! I'm so sorry!” Arianna took off his hand, trying to access the level of damage she had done on him.

”I didn't mean to!” Arianna was so filled with guilt that she didn't know when she touched him down there and when she realized what she did, jerked away from him with wide eyes.

What the fuck was wrong with her? She wished the ground could open up and swallow her whole. Arianna was so embarrassed.

”Just give me a minute, I'll survive,” Elijah said to her through gritted teeth. So much for trying to help her.

Hence Arianna could only chew on her teeth helplessly as she waited for Elijah to recover from the attack she inflicted on him.

While he was in the middle of ”recovering”, Arianna took that opportunity to observe him.

As expected, Elijah hid his face from her again and unlike the other time where he was wearing a mask, he had face paint.

His face was powdered and from his nose upward was the elegant painting of a Phoenix, actually its wings. It was a perfect blend of red and a golden palette with shines on it. It perfectly hid his identity without being disturbing to look at.

Arianna actually envied him.. Why were the men in her life so handsome? Well except a certain husband, Big Joe that would be pissed as hell over her disappearance.