His hair is a dark chocolate brown and looks like it might be due for a trim. He pulls part of the blanket off me, and I should protest because I’m naked, but all I can do is stare at him. He starts running his hands over me like he’s checking me to make sure I’m uninjured. Nothing will hurt you when I have you,” he’d said. I can remember dipping in and out, and each time I’d hear his voice whispering to me. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” His voice is deep and gruff, and I know I’ve heard it before. I squeak as he puts me back down on the bed. In three long steps he’s in front of me, picking me up. I feel like I should be the one with that look. The door bursts open, and the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life is standing in the doorway with a look of panic on his face. I hear a loud crash from somewhere in the cabin, then I hear what sounds like a freight train heading towards me. My knees almost give out, but I catch myself on the end of the nightstand. Getting up from the bed, I wrap a blanket around myself. Even the giant bed I’m in looks like someone hand-carved it. The walls look like they’re made out of wooden logs. Everything is wooden: the walls, ceiling, and floor. Sitting up, I take a better look around the room. I wiggle, freeing my arms, and that’s when I notice I’m naked. He pulled me from the car and carried me here. I lick my dry lips and try to remember how I got here. The room is lit by a small fire in the fireplace. My eyes fly open in panic, and I’m looking up at a wooden ceiling.
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