Page 176 of On a Fault Line

I beg.

I plead.

I cry.

I…

I…

And then I feel the pinch of the needle, puncturing through my skin.

Heat rushes to the injection site, as the burn from whatever drug Mark injected into me floods my system.

“Oh, wow. You definitely look like a rabid bitch with that foam coming out of your mouth. I hope I didn’t give you too much. I’m not into fucking the dead. I like a little life in my pussies.”

No!

Noooo!

“Wake up, bitch.”

He kicks me.

“You’re drooling everywhere.”

I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

Mark hovers over me, and I feel myself convulsing.

I’m going to die.

And part of me wishes I would.

I try to force the oxygen out of my lungs, hoping that my involuntary reflexes don’t kick in. I just want to float away to another place and be at peace.

“Penny?”

I hear my name but it sounds like it’s coming from a faraway place.

“Penny?”

It’s Collins.

He’s here.

It’s so scary.

“Penny?”

Why is Collins here?

He’s here in my nightmare.

Run, Collins!

Go away!

It’s a trap!

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