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My mind ached as my eyes fluttered open. The brightness that peaked out from the curtains caused me to squint my eyes in irritation. I looked down to notice my entire body naked, my eyes shot around the room to see my clothes sprawled around.

I tried hard to remember everything that happened but I felt completely fried and frazzled. My body was heavy and sore and the only thing that help my memory was the heaving man that was next to me. His arm was slumped over my body and his dark eyelashes were slightly twitching due to his slumber. He looked so god damn innocent in his sleep. I wanted to bash his skull in for humiliating me. How could he? He drugged me and made me fucking beg for him, I felt my anger build but I knew I couldn't just let myself get carried away. I had to do something, I had to be smart about this. I had to gain his trust, I needed take advantage of him. Hurting him, would do nothing at this point. The door was locked and he would surely wake up if I tried to find the key. I turned towards his body and felt him stir in his sleep.

Maybe, maybe, I could play a game. I could make him fall for me, I could atleast try. Would it work? I could only try and hope he doesn't see completely through me.

I nuzzled up to his warm, nude body, trying hard not to let the bile rise in my throat.

His eyes fluttered open and I hear him click his mouth. He held me closer and he giggled softly, "Goodmorning." He mused as he started to comb my hair with his fingers. He played with my hair mindlessly and hummed softly under his breath.

I nodded off trying to remain calm. I took my hand and began stroking his sides lightly with my finger nails. I felt his body respond with goosebumps.

"Mmmm," He purred while snuggling close to me, moving around like a small kitten. I tried not to hyperventilate but my breathing became labored. I was so fucking angry.

"I must of fucked you real good if you're still being this sweet..." he said, hitting a nerve. "Are you ready for round 2, princess?"

I swallowed and attempted a small giggle. "Maybe later, how about we just cuddle this time, baby?" I rolled my hand towards his lower stomach and began tracing circles on his stomach. I knew I was laying it on thick, but this was the only way. This had to be it.

He tilted his head towards me and sighed. "Whatever you're planning or attempting to achieve by sweet talking me, its not going to work... I promise."

I just continued touching and moving my hand around his body, causing his muscles to loosen up.

I stayed silent but looked up in his eyes, hoping to achieve an innocent look. I bit my lip and I watched his eyes start to relax. I looked back down, feigning embarrassment. We both shifted so that we were both holding each other. My nails scraped his back and I could feel his member on my thigh. I felt disgust rush over me, but I let my imagination try to take over and whisk me away. I needed to try to get him to love me, to trust me, its my turn to play a fucking game. I was going to win.

I felt the embrace loosen and I looked up to see his hazel eyes twinkle and his lips part. He looked dreary and almost sad in a way.I tilted my head and I went in to meet his lips, moving them softly and timidly. He matched it but soon moved away. "Fuck, you're sick." He murmured before walking out of the room and locking it behind him.