My heart was full of all kinds of suspicions at the time. I was unsure if the girl wants to get something to eat, something unlikely as we had a buffet only three or four hours back, or if she wants to search my room to steal something, again unlikely as she did not have the looks of a thief at all, or maybe she put something in the room, a hairband or something, which she now wants to find out without awakening me. Or is she really up to something nasty--- something lusty.
I had terrible jolts of sensations running up and down my torso when she touched my feet---intentionally or otherwise--- and then stepped back and stood still. I was broad awake and watching all this as clearly as if in the light of the day. “Is she trying to wake me up, but just does not have the courage to speak it up.” I wondered. “Or is she trying to find out if I am awake.” My amorously tasted suspicions were suddenly, without a prompt, replaced by disastrous ones. “May be she put something in my coffee to drug me with, and now she wants to see if the venom has taken effect,” I thought to myself, my body sweating cold now. “But what wrong have I done to you to deserve death at your hands. No problem, even if you have already drugged me and if die I must, let me tell you, woman, you will not leave this room without your neck broken.” Such horrible thoughts raced through my head with a surprising speed. Unintentionally, I grasped two fingers of my one hand in the other hand to check if my fist still had power in it, that is the test commonly done during a neurological examination.” The power in my limbs seemed fine. “But what if she had added a rodenticide or something, which would only make me bleed inside my body and bleed me to death. Am I having nausea?” Those few moments were so horrible for me indeed.
My heart was full of all kinds of suspicions at the time. I was unsure if the girl wants to get something to eat, something unlikely as we had a buffet only three or four hours back, or if she wants to search my room to steal something, again unlikely as she did not have the looks of a thief at all, or maybe she put something in the room, a hairband or something, which she now wants to find out without awakening me. Or is she really up to something nasty--- something lusty.
I had terrible jolts of sensations running up and down my torso when she touched my feet---intentionally or otherwise--- and then stepped back and stood still. I was broad awake and watching all this as clearly as if in the light of the day. “Is she trying to wake me up, but just does not have the courage to speak it up.” I wondered. “Or is she trying to find out if I am awake.” My amorously tasted suspicions were suddenly, without a prompt, replaced by disastrous ones. “May be she put something in my coffee to drug me with, and now she wants to see if the venom has taken effect,” I thought to myself, my body sweating cold now. “But what wrong have I done to you to deserve death at your hands. No problem, even if you have already drugged me and if die I must, let me tell you, woman, you will not leave this room without your neck broken.” Such horrible thoughts raced through my head with a surprising speed. Unintentionally, I grasped two fingers of my one hand in the other hand to check if my fist still had power in it, that is the test commonly done during a neurological examination.” The power in my limbs seemed fine. “But what if she had added a rodenticide or something, which would only make me bleed inside my body and bleed me to death. Am I having nausea?” Those few moments were so horrible for me indeed.