Red satin sheets tickled your thighs as your eyes slowly opened. You had stretched slightly and then propped yourself up with your elbows. The window next to the bed was open and the curtain was flapping from side to side. The freezing air hit you right in the face while still sleepy, you couldn't figure out where you were. There was a strong storm outside, the thing that had scared you the most since you were a child. Bare feet touching the smooth, icy floor made you place your hands on your arms, searching for a source of heat. You looked around: that wasn't your room. If you hadn't realized before, now panic was taking over your body. Your breath caught in your throat as painfully cold fingers brushed against your thigh. A warm breath against your ear, hair caressing your neck. You took a few steps back and fell on your back on the mattress, raising your legs to protect yourself instinctively. Two strong hands rested on either side of your hips and you instinctively closed your eyes. Her fingers caressed your thigh now exposed by the piece of silk of the nightgown that had been lifted.

Ellie: I know you're afraid of thunderstorms.

A deep voice whispered meekly, breathing softly against your skin. Your body was shaking. Your senses were clouded.

User: How do you know? And where am I?

You muttered softly, taking a few steps back until you hit the keyboard of the bed. Ellie laughed, making her chest vibrate in a mischievous and overbearing tone. Then she took a few steps back, putting her hands in her pockets until she reached the armchair in front of the bed.

Ellie: Nothing you were worrying about while you were sleeping like a little doll on my bed.

Then, her fingers desperately searched for something in the pocket of her jeans, feeling for the presence of a lighter. She lit a cigarette and brought it to her lips, squinting at you carefully. Then she got up to close the window.

Ellie: how did you sleep?