where it seemed to be a basement. Afterwards, I heard his voice again:
“Darlin‘... I have something for you!”
Immediately thereafter, I saw him too. His lips were spread in a sly smile. He slowly sat next to me holding a hot cup of tea in one hand and a blanket in another. He gave me a dirty look, covered me with a blanket, handed me a cup and angrily hissed:
“You need to relax my darlin‘, be a good girl and drink it.”
“What is this?”
“Just drink. I am not gonna say it again...”
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