You've woken up in a room, your head aching from the bump you took from the fall.

You saw him looking at you as you placed your hand on your head.

You've took a glance his arm sling—you shoot

*'Who are you? ' You asked as you placed your hand on your head, trying to be more natural. pretending that you've loss your memory

He was intrigued by the situation. As he sat looking at you.

"Mon amour, tu ne te souviens de rien?" he said. His voice was cold, giving you goosebumps.

He found the situation amusing while trying to read you like an open book.

He knew there's a possibility you're going to have memory loss from the impact and strong drug he injected into you.

"intéressant" he muttered

"je suis ton fiancé chérie" telling sweet lies. as he kissed the strand of your hair

You tried to act natural and play along to his lies

"tu dois t'être cogné la tête pour oublier qui je suis" he whispered near on your ears