It all happened at once. The feel of fur against her bare legs, the smell of food - bacon, eggs, coffee, the sound of running water. The sounds, smells and sensations came together and Selina stirred on the bed slowly. As she moved herself, it was only then than the ache filled her body. She reached up with a hand pushing the hair from her eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight streaming through a small gap in the curtains - falling directly on to the pillow beside her. She hurt, every single fibre of her body was sore and stiff. But she could remember everything, it was crystallised in her memory.
She closed her eyes again for a moment, holding them tight shut, trying to erase it. What the fuck am I doing? - What did I do? The soft warm feel of fur lower down at her waist made her feel marginally better. There would be time for regret, she was sure. But now was definitely not it.
Selina lowered a hand, running it though the coat of the cat. It was white and small. Delicate, it's features were fine, a small pink nose. It was far too adorable and she smiled a little, forgetting for a moment where she was - and who had brought her here. Truth be told, couldn't remember how she'd gotten to the room in great detail. Corridors, she'd remembered those, doors slamming. A barking sound? She couldn't remember if it had been a dog or his voice. It was all a little blurry. But she was clothed now and she used the other hand to yank at the over sized white dress shirt, tugging it down over her hips and backside.
“Come on -” she spoke quietly, pulling herself up and grabbing hold of the cat in her hand, sweeping it up against her chest. She winced as she moved, hissing a little through her teeth at the pain. Looking around the room she realised that the sound of running water was coming from the bathroom, the door was open slightly and she leaned back trying to see what was going on in there, but the steam blocked her view, hanging around the door, snaking out slowly.
As she looked around more she realised that the room was an awful mess. Towels surrounded the the bed, covered in blood and gore. Her blood and gore. There was a small tray on the floor, iodine, bandages. A small needle and thin wire for stitches. He'd tried to put her back together, and from what she was feeling, he'd not done a bad job.
”John.” She flinched for a second. That was his name.
The animal still clutched to her breast, Selina moved with relative ease from the bed - taking a few shaky steps across the room on bare feet. Her balance wasn't fantastic, but it could have been a lot worse. The smell was too tempting and she made a beeline straight for the small table, lifting up the silver dome that covered the food and reaching down with her spare hand to grab at a croissant, picking it apart between her fingers.
She offered a little bit to the cat who chomped on it happily. Her fingers were still caked in blood though, her legs still oddly sticky. She shivered before taking a seat at the table, dropping the small white cat to the floor. It proceeded to rub around her ankles as she sat picking at the food thoroughly, pouring herself some orange juice and taking a sip. It tasted like nectar in her filthy bloodied mouth.
She pretended to be normal for a second. Avoiding the mirror in the room, she knew her reflection was going to be a mess. But she could ignore it for now, sipping in the juice carefully, a little running down her chin, stinging her burst lip.
She closed her eyes again for a moment, holding them tight shut, trying to erase it. What the fuck am I doing? - What did I do? The soft warm feel of fur lower down at her waist made her feel marginally better. There would be time for regret, she was sure. But now was definitely not it.
Selina lowered a hand, running it though the coat of the cat. It was white and small. Delicate, it's features were fine, a small pink nose. It was far too adorable and she smiled a little, forgetting for a moment where she was - and who had brought her here. Truth be told, couldn't remember how she'd gotten to the room in great detail. Corridors, she'd remembered those, doors slamming. A barking sound? She couldn't remember if it had been a dog or his voice. It was all a little blurry. But she was clothed now and she used the other hand to yank at the over sized white dress shirt, tugging it down over her hips and backside.
“Come on -” she spoke quietly, pulling herself up and grabbing hold of the cat in her hand, sweeping it up against her chest. She winced as she moved, hissing a little through her teeth at the pain. Looking around the room she realised that the sound of running water was coming from the bathroom, the door was open slightly and she leaned back trying to see what was going on in there, but the steam blocked her view, hanging around the door, snaking out slowly.
As she looked around more she realised that the room was an awful mess. Towels surrounded the the bed, covered in blood and gore. Her blood and gore. There was a small tray on the floor, iodine, bandages. A small needle and thin wire for stitches. He'd tried to put her back together, and from what she was feeling, he'd not done a bad job.
”John.” She flinched for a second. That was his name.
The animal still clutched to her breast, Selina moved with relative ease from the bed - taking a few shaky steps across the room on bare feet. Her balance wasn't fantastic, but it could have been a lot worse. The smell was too tempting and she made a beeline straight for the small table, lifting up the silver dome that covered the food and reaching down with her spare hand to grab at a croissant, picking it apart between her fingers.
She offered a little bit to the cat who chomped on it happily. Her fingers were still caked in blood though, her legs still oddly sticky. She shivered before taking a seat at the table, dropping the small white cat to the floor. It proceeded to rub around her ankles as she sat picking at the food thoroughly, pouring herself some orange juice and taking a sip. It tasted like nectar in her filthy bloodied mouth.
She pretended to be normal for a second. Avoiding the mirror in the room, she knew her reflection was going to be a mess. But she could ignore it for now, sipping in the juice carefully, a little running down her chin, stinging her burst lip.
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