Page 12 of Body Tox

“Oh, why thank you to whoever did my job for me. You look like you’re already ready for lights out. Don’t worry, baby. It will hurt.”

I blindly swung my fist around, trying to find contact with his face. But every time I swung my fist, my brain didn’t compute with my hand. It was just laying uselessly there like a doll to be used.

My useless fucking body.

“Work…please…c’mon,” I mumbled, fighting with my senses that were completely shutting down.

I couldn’t help but think about my mother. How her body was helpless to defend herself, how they defiled and ruined her body before ripping her apart…would this be my fate as well?

“No…” I said.

My voice was barely a whisper, hidden behind the obscene moans from…the guy. His pleasure increased as he finally got through my pants.

“No,” I said again, but my voice was gone, the darkness completely swallowing me, leaving me helpless to my prey…no, I wasn’t the hunter now.

I had become the prey.

Itracked the female in Alaska’s darkness. She had been bouncing around between different bars. We were nowhere near her cushy, affluent area. This was deep in the city and where the trash typically took itself out. Needles and homeless people littered the streets and alleys.

I walked into a few bars, trying to locate the Little Wraith. I didn’t know why she was here in this kind of place, but her looks definitely didn’t belong.

Smoke and the smell of booze filled the bar as I moved toward the bartender. He was a kid from the streets, but good for him for getting a job and trying to get the fuck out of here.

This place was my hometown, and I knew from personal experience how hard it was to free yourself of the cage your birth placed you in. Even when you finally got free of the chains that held you there, the stigmas and brand of hate followed you until death.

“Hey, man. Have you seen this girl?” I flashed her image on my phone, and recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes before he lowered his gaze.

“Nah, man. Sorry,” he said.

I fixed my gaze on the bartender. The man’s eyes bounced around different places and landed on a drink a few chairs away—a drink without an owner.

“You sure?” I glanced at the pink drink left abandoned on the bar. “Who was drinking this?”

Picking up the glass, I sniffed the liquid concoction. It had a slight green tint floating at the top. Frowning, I dipped my pinky finger and popped a taste into my mouth.

Salt water. This drink had been roofied.

A drunk man walked over and frowned at the empty barstool, scratching his head and looking around the area. “Awe, man, that bitch wasted my pill.”

“She went to the little girl’s room, my dude.” I narrowed my eyes at the man, anger blooming in my chest.

How manly of you to drug someone.

The guy grinned evilly and walked to the back where the restrooms were. I followed him on his heels and closed the door behind me, locking the bolt in place.

The drunk man kicked the stalls open, finding them empty, and stared angrily at the toilet of the farthest section.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed.

I was a shadow behind him, and he was too busy cursing and rubbing his face to notice me. I walked forward, grabbing his greasy hair and slamming his face into the dirty toilet water,bubbles forming and spilling over the cracked porcelain with his desperate attempted breaths.

“You’re disgusting,” I said, firmly holding his head down. “You deserve worse. I hate having to settle for just watching you struggle for a few seconds. A pathetic waste like you who has likely caused countless hours of suffering.”

The man struggled, writhing and bucking as I held him down.

My fucking shoes were getting covered in this murky water.

Growling, I pushed him down even further in the filth. His struggles started to lessen and become slower. Eventually, the final bubbles popped on the surface of the water, and the man became still.

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