The door pushed open, the light casting across the rest of this villain, who held a gun.
“I think you know what happens if you scream, yes?” he said in a deep voice.
I tilted my head as past and present collided. I recognized this man. Dr. Moore—the man Lez had been chatting with at the auction before taking me off to fuck me.
“Pretty Thing is what he calls you?” Dr. Moore asked as he crept closer to me.
“Yes.”
Why the fuck was I answering him?
As he moved even closer, the gun aimed at my arm, I realized I had a chance, and it was now or never. I leaped at him and seized his hand, thrusting his wrist back against the closet doorframe. He called out, the gun dropping from his hand. It hit my foot and went sliding into the bathroom.
I turned back and decked the motherfucker, when I felt a sting in my hip and looked down to see he’d stuck me with the same sort of dart as Liam. I knew from my own experience and seeing others get knocked down by this shit that I didn’t have much time.
I’d managed to get Dr. Moore good in the face, but before I had a chance to get away, he tackled me to the floor. I fell halfway into the bathroom, but the gun was too far away for me to reach it. I flipped over as Dr. Moore crawled up me, and we struggled for a moment. He wasn’t as strong as some of the other guys I’d fought since knowing Liam, which gave me an edge over him, but I could feel my body was already experiencing the effects of that shit he’d pumped me full of.
As my strength waned, Dr. Moore seized my wrists and pulled them back over my head, effectively restraining me.
Scream!some innate part of me called out. My neighbors would hear. Someone would call the police.
At least, that was the hope.
I cried out, but as soon as he realized what I was doing, his mouth smashed down on mine, blocking the sound.
He kissed me? Fucking kissed me?
I bit down. Hard. Although, even with that, my jaw tensed up, not totally in my control now that my body was being ravaged by the toxin he’d shot me up with.
“Ah!” he called out as he drew his face back, blood dripping from his bottom lip, onto my cheek.
I tried to scream again, but the sound was faint.
It was too late. I’d lost control of my strength, my limbs, my voice…and as I well knew, very soon, my consciousness.
