Page 19 of Perilous

No gun. No knife.

Instead, it’s a needle. I fuckinghateneedles. Now I’m thrashing even more. But he’s too strong.

One good squeeze at my throat has my body focusing on the lack of air and the crushing pain in my neck.

“Don’t worry, doll, you’re not going to die from this,” he says a moment before the needle is jabbed into my right shoulder.

He pulls the needle from me as he releases his hold on my throat. I open my mouth but I have no ability to speak. I look around and the walls turn into water. I start to fall. There is no ground. I’m floating. I’m flying.

I’m eaten up by darkness.

* * *

“Fuck me, look at her.”

“Move out of the way, I want to see her tits.”

“Touch her and you fucking die, asshole.”

“Oh, did you claim her already?”

“Just stay the fuck away from her.”

“She looks familiar. I wonder if I fucked her.”

“Let me fuck her and I’ll describe it. Then you’ll know.”

“Back. The. Fuck. Up.”

My eyelids flutter and I groan.

“She groans really hot. Come on, man, let me see her tits.”

“Get him the fuck out of here. I’m being dead serious. I have to figure this fucking mess out.”

“Look, easiest thing is to kill her. Slit the bitch’s throat and let her bleed out.”

“No, man, fuck that. Slip her some more GHB. Overdose her. Less attention.”

“I appreciate the advice. Now fuck off.”

My heart is racing. I haven’t processed what’s happened to me yet.

The needle… the darkness…

My eyes slowly start to open. There are three figures hovering over me. All in black hoods and masks. I want to scream but I don’t have that function yet.

Darkness takes me again. The voices fade. So do I.

The next time my eyes open, it’s for good and I’m awake. I can move. I can breathe. I make a noise with my mouth that’s a mix of a loud yawn and a groan.

I sit up. Too fast. The room spins and I turn my head, feeling the urge to vomit taking me. That’s whenhelunges at me, hands pushing my shoulders, driving me back down to the bed. He holds me there.

Chills flood my body and my toes curl.

“Stay,” he growls. “You’ve been drugged, doll.”

“Fucking asshole,” I manage to whisper.

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