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“You didn’t answer any of them.”

“Are you going to kill me?” I ask him. He looks at me strangely for a long second before shaking his head.

“What have they told you? The people who took you?”

“That I’d be lucky to be alive in a month.”

“Really? They said that?” I nod, unsure why I’m even talking to him in the first place when I should keep my mouth shut and my questions to myself, but I feel like I can ask him. “No one here is gonna kill you.”

“Then what do you want me for?” He clears his throat and shifts on the bed so he’s looking at me.

“I manufacture drugs. Not the sort of drugs you’re thinkin’. I don’t make coke or meth. Think female Viagra.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“And you need me for what?”

“To test the products. I see a difference between those who willingly take it then those who don’t want it. You bein’ the one who doesn’t want it,” he explains.

“What kind of difference?”

“Sexually. The girls who are willin’ to take it offer themselves up to their man, but the ones who aren’t so willin’ to take it, fight it. I like to see the outcome of that.”

“You’re sick.”

“I provide a product that puts the woman in charge instead of the man. You can basically do whatever the hell you want to him while under the power of the drug. He’s helpless to you.”

I don’t get it. I shake my head, confused by all of this. Why doesn’t he just find women who are willing to take it and leave it at that?

“Ask me. I don’t hide anything about my drugs.”

“Are they dangerous to my health?”

“No. And I’ll have a qualified doctor on hand to make sure of that.”

“Will I become addicted to it?” He smiles now, and I can’t say it isn’t a beautiful smile. It’s perfect, although a little dark.

“That’s completely up to you. A lot of my girls like to keep usin’ it because it gives them power over the men. Others haven’t touched it again,” he tells me. Something about all of this gnaws at my insides. I don’t like the idea of using a drug. I don’t like the idea of being a guinea pig for it either, but what the hell can I do? I’m here now. And I’m stuck here. He bought me.

“Any other questions?”

“I don’t want it.”

“That isn’t up for debate. You’re gettin’ it regardless. What you do with it is up to you.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means there are men here willin’ to help you with the little issue you’ll have. Clean men. I make sure anyone participatin’ is clean.”

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard. You make me sick,” I snap at him. He chuckles and shakes his head, running his hand through his shaggy hair.

“Maybe. Maybe you’ll think a little differently after you’ve had a dose. It’s really hard to say at this point.”

“I’ll never want it. I’ll never accept it,” I argue.

“You won’t have much of a choice. It can be taken in several ways. I’ll choose the easiest of them.”

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