Here's the 4th chapter of my Story "Beneath the Fangs".

I slowly looked up at him, to realise his closenrss. Eliezer was sitting beside me, his piercing gaze fixed on mine. I looked around to grasp that we were in a grand, ornate bedroom, with velvet curtains and a four-poster bed. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were hazy.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Eliezer's expression was unreadable. "You're in my home, LiSarah," he replied, his voice low and husky. "You've been here for a few days. You...