Page 63 of Tainted Rose

Scarlett

Panic races through me. My coordination and vision are both seriously screwed. Impaired. But my mind feels clear, at least for the moment. I’m not drunk. It was just one drink. Why is my body not cooperating? I blink in an attempt to see straight. My head wobbles to the side as I try to see him. I know we’re in a truck and I’m strapped in, but I can’t lift my arms. Every time I try, they feel like Jell-O. I sway in the seat, my whole body flopping to the side. I’ve never been more terrified.

That scent.

Blurry street lights. Garbled noises.

Everything’s hazy.

No balance.

Dizzy. Sick.

Motion. More lights.

Harsh voices.

A sense of weightlessness.

On a bed. Limbs heavy.

Someone watches me.

I blink. My vision won’t clear.

The note. My breath whooshes from me.

“It’s wearing off some. You must not have given her enough. Do whatever the fuck you’re going to do with her. Come get me when you’re done.”

Hands slide up my thighs.

My lips part to say something, but I can’t get anything out.

Someone help me.

Please, someone help me…

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