Page 122 of Victorious: Part 2
“No!”I scream again, putting everything I have into that one word.“Phoenix,”I scream, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks now.
Suddenly, as I shake and wrack my body from side to side in their grasp, a cloth comes down over my mouth and nose, smelling sharp and chemical. I try to hold my breath, but I’m already lightheaded from fighting, and I can only last so long.
“Sleep tight,princesa,” the leader whispers as the drug takes hold. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of you.”
The toxic fumes hit me harder than I thought they would. My entire body goes limp in the two men’s arms, the sheet falling off me, leaving my naked body exposed as they begin to pull me out of the safety and sanctuary of my hotel room.
My body is failing me.
I can’t speak.
I can’t fight.
But my eyes are still working.
My ears are still working.
And as a fat tear rolls down my face, and they load me into a van, the man who I hit in the head peers over me, dark, ominous, and dangerous. “Not so feisty now, are you,puta?”He growls, pulling out a syringe with a needle.
I want to scream, I want to fight, but my body won’t let medo anything as I watch him slide the injection into my arm. I have no clue what he’s putting into me, but as he slides into the back of the van with me, he begins to chuckle. “Seems like your husband didn’t save you after all. And now we’re gonna have a little fun.”
My heart thrashes against my chest so hard, my eyes welling with tears, it’s almost impossible to see. My head flops to the side, just as they’re closing the door to the van, but the last thing I see is Dracula’s yellow eyes peering up at me from outside the hotel room.
I try to reach out for him, but again, my body won’t move.
The van starts up, the door closes, making everything turn black, and another rag is shoved over my face, that same toxic smell invading my lungs.
But this time, I have no way to fight.
No option but to breathe in the vapors.
My vision blurs, and the world tilts sideways.
I try to fight the drug, try to stay conscious, but it’s too strong.
My last coherent thought is of Phoenix’s face when he realizes I’m gone.
When he finds the ring.
When he understands that our perfect morning was merely the calm before the storm.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry I couldn’t fight them off.
I love you.
TO BE CONTINUED
