Capítulo 5: Hungry Wolf

Elsa's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself lying in her own bed, the early morning light filtering through her curtains. Her wrist throbbed still, the sensation of the glowing mark still vivid in her mind.

It was as though the dream had left behind a piece of itself. Elsa couldn't shake the feeling that the dream's secrets were not entirely forgotten but hidden just beyond the edges of her waking state.

As she carefully touched her wrist, she felt something rough on her skin. Her eyes almost popped out when she looked at it and saw red marks. It didn't look like a random scratch. It looked artistic and intentional—a tribal drawing of some sort.

She immediately went to the bathroom and washed her right hand up to her arm and elbow with cold water and soap hoping for the mark to be gone. But no matter how she washed it, it was still there.

She ran downstairs and smelled the scent of coffee and butter melting on toast. She hurriedly went to the kitchen to show her father her wrist and prove that she wasn't hallucinating because of fatigue, that her glowing wrist was real.

"Dad! Look at my wri– Oh! You are awake," Elsa uttered while frowning. Her eyes wandered around the kitchen searching for her father, but he was not there.

"Good morning, princess. Are you hungry?" The man that she hit yesterday greeted her, before extending his hand. "My name is Christopher, but call me Chris," he said as he showed his charming smile.

Elsa did not take his hand but quickly walked up to him and started touching him all over his body, lifting his shirt and frisking his arms, chest, abs, and back.

Chris grinned and did not even dare to stop Elsa from running her hands all over him.

Elsa stopped and looked at Chris when she noticed him smiling wide, obviously enjoying what she was doing, "What happened? Where is it?" Elsa exclaimed.

Chris tilted his head, pretending to be confused at her question. "Can you at least tell me what you are looking for so I can answer your question?"

Elsa rolled her eyes and replied, annoyed, "The wounds! You were injured yesterday. You have stab wounds… A-And I hit you… Dad and I stitched you up… A-And…" Elsa stammered as she realized that she sounded insane. "I think I am going crazy! Oh my God!"

"You're not crazy, princess…"

The next thing she knew, she was already in Chris' embrace. He pulled her so quickly that Elsa had no time to dodge his arms circling her waist.

Chris drew his nose to her head and inhaled her scent before whispering to her ear, "You didn't smell like this before… So good… Come home with me, princess…"

Elsa pushed his chest and Chris stared down at her and for a moment she thought she saw his gray eyes turned red for a second.

"What?" Elsa asked in confusion as her heart started beating fast. There's something in his voice that is making her really nervous. As if it was compelling her to obey him in every way.

Chris touched her cheek and smiled, moving his face closer to hers as she stood frozen on the spot. She knows what he is about to do. She is screaming in her head telling herself to move, to push him away, to run fast. But her body isn't responding. She could do nothing but stare back.

Elsa gasped when she felt Chris' lips on hers. They were warm and soft, and they felt good against hers. She closed her eyes while still scolding herself. 'Fucking run away Elsa! What the hell are you doing?!' she yelled in her mind.

It was as if she had lost control of herself. Her body and mind were not in sync. Her mind screamed for her to stop the audacious man who was kissing her without her consent, but her body yearned for his touch. She wanted more… more of him.

She felt him move closer, pressing his body against hers. She felt his hard bulge when she tried to move, and was overwhelmed at how intense his kisses were.

Elsa moaned when Chris slid his tongue into her mouth. He moved aggressively as if searching for something, making her grip his arms tight.

She was starting to lose her breath as Chris kissed her like a hungry wolf, devouring her whole. She was lost in the moment and was about to put her hands on his chest when he suddenly pulled away, leaving her hanging.

"Your Dad is coming, he can't remember anything. Follow my lead," Chris whispered and turned around, resuming what he was doing before she came in.

"You're finally awake sweetheart, did you have a good sleep?" Elsa heard her father say before she turned around.

Elsa looks back and forth between her Dad and Chris who now stands beside her after putting the cups of coffee on the table.

"Y-Yes, I was able to rest. H-How about you Dad? How do you feel?" Elsa wondered why her dad wasn't more surprised. The man had multiple stab wounds yesterday but is now completely fine! Surely, he should notice that.

"Ahh… Is my doctor daughter examining me now? Well, Doctor, my answer is still the same as yesterday." Ambros smiled at her as he sat down and reached for the coffee.

"And that is?" Elsa prompted.

"I feel fine, Elsa. No need to play the doctor card on me. It was just a simple accident, my nape will heal," he replied.

Elsa briskly checked the nape of her father and squinted at Chris angrily. She wanted to confront Chris right away but chose not to. Something weird is happening to both Chris and her father just like what is happening to her wrist, and she is determined to figure that out without compromising the safety of her dad.

Ambros removed Elsa's hands and urged her to sit beside him. "Stop worrying and thank my godson instead. If he did not arrive on time, who knows what the robbers might have done to me? I feel bad that he lost his car because of me."

"Godson? Robbers? What are you talking about?" Elsa uttered in complete confusion before Chris gently kicked her foot under the table.

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