It was hours later when Yasmine was able to drag herself from the fog of lust and sleep that had consumed after the bloodlust had abated. Stretching mad eh er feel stiff and uncomfortable while also bringing to her attention that she was naked. The noblewoman looked down at her body, catching the torn dress beneath her and feeling the horror and mortification bloom deeply within her stomach.
She threw herself from the bed with a squeak and looked at the rumbled bedspread as if it was a snake about to strike. The memories were slow to come back and hazy but still present. She had lost whatever shred of sanity she ever had to begin with. Not only had she attacked Conrey and drank his blood, the thought of which made her want to vomit, but she had also thrown herself at him, literally begging him to bed her.
How could she ever look him in the face again? Had he left for good? Was she alone? Would he forgive her? Did he understand? The questions swirled around and around in her head, making her dizzy and sick with anxiety and fear. She tugged at her soft hair, hoping to drag the thoughts out and cast them aside. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the destroyed dress as she paced in front of the bed and she suddenly leaped toward it, yanking it down before balling it up and throwing it across the room into a dark corner. Yasmine never wanted to be reminded of her gross loss of control.
Sniffling and whimpering in shame, she moved with shaking hands to dress herself appropriately and go out to find her keeper. There were apologies that needed making before it became any later. Already she could see the sun low in the sky when it had been so bright and beautiful when they had been enjoying the little river. As she exited the room, Yasmine wrapped her arms about herself, half-expecting him to be outside her door with a disapproving and disgusted look. When she did not see him though her stomach sunk further. Perhaps her initial thought had been right. Maybe he had left and abandoned her here.
Standing at the top of the stairs revealed him nowhere in sight and with each step she took down the steps, the worse she felt. "Mister Shaw?" she called out quietly, looking left and right without seeing him. "Are you still here?" Without seeing him immediately, Yasmine hesitated on the foot of the staircase, unsure if she should try venturing outside without him.She had promised to be good after all.