“With the flesh,” I heard Carlos say with satisfaction.
I gripped the blanket around my body and gritted my teeth as I stood up from the couch. Someone grabbed my elbow, steadying my swaying body. I shrugged them off as best I could without falling over.
I could hear the sound of liquid being poured into a glass. My eyes could barely open with the swelling and I desperately wanted to get dressed and leave.
“Adrian, get her cleaned up and take her home. Make sure she behaves after the comedown. I don’t want her overdosing.”
I felt like I was half asleep as an arm was wrapped around my shoulder and my body was led somewhere. I didn’t care, as long as it was out of that room.
Something dripped from between my legs, making me stumble. It hurt to walk, but I gritted through it, unaware of who was still watching me. It was finally silent, and a door was shut behind me.
“Here,” Adrian said, the now recognizable voice of the man who pretended to fuck me. “Put your clothes on and I’ll wait outside.”
He stuffed my bundle of clothes against my chest, and I clutched them tightly, listening to the sound of him leaving before dropping the blanket.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled to get dressed. I didn’t have the strength to stand up anymore, but I needed to get out of there. I was too vulnerable with my eyes disabled by my allergyand my brain wasn’t processing shit like it should with whatever drugs I had taken.
I could just make out the shape of the door and stumbled towards it, finding Adrian, or the silhouette of him anyway, right outside.
“Ready?”
I nodded and grabbed his arm to prevent myself from running into anything. I somehow made it to his car, and he buckled me in. My limbs were starting to wake up, pricks of pain settling into my entire body. I could no longer keep my heavy head up and as soon as the door closed, my head rolled into the glass pane sending fire across my scalp.
Mother…fucking…
I’m dying.
I’m dying.
I’m dying.
I tried to groan, but even that effort was fruitless. I was trapped in my body unable to move or speak. I forced air into my lungs, but I couldn’t fucking get enough.
Did Adrian leave?
Fuck.
I’m dying.
Fuck. Think, Shiloh. What did you take? The line off of Julian and then…was it Diego who offered me more?
I felt dizzy like I’d just been spun in a chair for hours. I couldn’t get my mind to focus. My heart pounded in my chest and my eyes closed.
I was gasping for air as I sat up so abruptly I nearly headbutted the windshield.
“Fuck,” I groaned, holding my throbbing head. My forehead was sticky with a fresh gleam of sweat. I looked around, my eyes burning but finally able to make out the fact that it was nighttime, and I was in a car alone with Adrian.
Carlos. Julian. Bitter powder in the back of my throat. Moaning.Iwas moaning.
Hot breath against my neck. “Shh. Almost done.”
My whole body trembled as I leaned back into my seat. I was still too dizzy to be able to make out the buildings passing us by.
Fuck. I should’ve let him kill me. I should’ve let him kill me.
“Where are we?” My throat felt like it was on fire, and I gagged when I remembered Carlos’s dick pummeling the back of my throat.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
