Page 84 of The Secrets of a Sin

“We need to get her out of here.” Annalise shrugs her off and comes to steady me with her arm on my back. Priscilla growls in frustration as she takes in our closeness but remains stoic in front of us. “Now.” She demands, and this time Priscilla listens and places herself on the other side of me. With them both now steadying me, we walk towards the club’s entrance, and as soon as my feet hit the pavement outside, something bizarre strikes me hard and fast. I fumble on my feet, sagging in their arms, but they hold me up with their strength and continue to pull us away from the vicinity of the club. I first notice the change in my head. The inner thoughts I was having were now jumbled and slowed down to the point I couldn’t even think any longer. It was as if my brain was completely shut off, and I was left in my own silence. My vision was the next to go, blurry and foggy. My surroundings are nothing but shapes and lights. I keep trying to adjust them and widen my lids, but the more I seem to try, the worse my condition gets. Suddenly, I feel my body sag into Annalise, and the sound of them talking flows through my ears.

“Hurry up and get us a fucking cab!” Annalise shouts angrily, and in return Priscilla snarls right back.

“This was your idea, anyway, so don’t rush me when all you’re doing is holding her up.”

What the hell did they do to me?

Groaning, I try to move my arms and shove her off of me, but Annalise tightens around my waist. “Shhh, just relax.” She coos in my ear. “We’ll take good care of you.”

My eyes were desperate to fill with tears, but it was as if my body was now completely powered off. My mobility, emotions, and the ability to talk were non-existent, and I was left only making grunting sounds that did nothing to help me. I was completely renderless and at their mercy right now. Whatever sick, twisted idea they had in store for me was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, physically or mentally.

I feel my feet move as I’m being pushed towards a car, and then gradually, I’m helped inside until I feel my ass hit the back seat, and my head falls over onto a pair of thighs. Groaning, I try to get anyone’s attention, but a palm over my mouth silences me.

“She alright back there?” A man’s voice asks, who I’m assuming is the cab driver, and all I can do is try to moan again to capture his attention. But sadly, the hand on my lips stifles me entirely.

“She’s just drunk, asshole.” Priscilla snaps from beside me. “Doesn’t know how to handle her liquor yet.”

I can hear him mutter something under his breath, and before I know it, the car is moving. I am officially doomed. I’m helpless in Annalise’s lap, who now begins stroking my hair with her free hand like I'm some kind of barbie doll.

And maybe that's what she wants. A compliant doll that won’t stop her from getting what she wants from me. If she can’t have me sober, she’ll have to poison me. But ultimately, a sense of fear overcomes my noncoherent body because not only does the realization that all three of them were evil pummel me, but so does the realization that there’s more to their unholy ways than I could have ever imagined.

27

ARSEN

Three hours earlier

After leaving St. Catherines and running into Annalise, I could barely concentrate on anything other than her words. They wiggled their way deep into my skull, implanting themselves into my brain so I wouldn’t forget.

What makes you so sure I haven’t had her yet?

Her repulsive words are on constant replay in the back of my head, violently thrumming in my eardrums to the point I have the urge to bang my head against a wall just to get rid of them. The whole day was a fucking torment. Hallucinations of Annalise and Charlotte together were burned into my cranium, further torturing me into an insanity, which created in me a burning animosity towards both of them. Images of them grinding onto each other surfaced, along with Annalise telling Charlotte that I would never be enough for her.

That all she needed was her.

I almost got in my car and drove back to St. Catherine’s to confront Charlotte, but I stopped myself before I could make a scene and make a complete fool out of myself. This was what Annalise was trying to do. She wanted to plant herself deep inside my head and wreak havoc on my already unstable mental health. She knew exactly how to get to me, and I was letting her win.

She couldn’t possibly be telling the truth. No way would Charlotte subject herself to that malicious woman. No way would she fuck Annalise and like it. Even before I claimed her as mine, she knew I was it regardless of her indifference towards me. What we have is more than sexual. It’s bone-deep and written in the fucking stars.

Now, as I’m waiting for the clock to somehow magically jump to midnight. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and pull it out.

Unknown: I see a pretty little brunette in front of me that belongs to you

What the fuck? Who is this?

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: A pretty little redhead who wishes you chose her instead.

Redhead? The only redhead that came to mind was the girl who came up to me at St. Catherine’s.

How the hell did she get my phone number, and how does she know about Charlotte and me?

At this point, it didn’t matter. I just knew I needed to leave.

Unknown: I’m sure you can figure out who this is, Arsen. I just thought I should warn you that Charlotte is at Club69 getting a little too frisky.

I immediately rise to a standing position, wondering why the hell she would be at a club right now.

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