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I looked down at myself.

I was in a large black T-shirt and panties and nothing else.

The shirt looked familiar to me. It dwarfed my small frame, falling to my thighs.

Was this …

I was in Nikolay’s shirt.

I let out a small cry that surprised me as I looked around the room for some pants.

Surely, if I was in Nikolay’s shirt, they were fine, weren’t they?

Please let them be fine.

Fuck.

Tears stung my eyes.

Please.

I found some black track pants in the dresser by the foot of the bed. I pulled the string on the waistband to keep them from falling down, and I ignored how the pants legs moved past my feet. I pulled them up and quickly walked out of the room.

I was in a house.

A big house, from the look of it.

It didn’t look homey.

It looked almost like a museum, with antiques on display in every corner that I was afraid to get close to for fear of breaking something.

I found a huge staircase that led down to the spacious downstairs. The floors were made of either ceramic or porcelain, and I wiggled my toes against the cold, hard surface under my bare feet.

Where was I?

I debated going downstairs, but I didn’t want to run into someone I didn’t know.

Before I could decide, a familiar voice carried from the vast hallway on my left.

Blood rushed to my ears, and I heard nothing but that voice and my erratic heartbeat. I blindly followed the voice.

I knew that voice.

I picked up speed.

I needed to see him.

I needed to see him now.

I moved faster. I didn’t see any of my surroundings. Couldn’t see until I got to him.

I ran past a room before I realized he was in there. I stopped in my tracks and backpedaled to the room.

The door wasn’t shut all the way.

I pushed it open.

It didn’t make a noise.


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