Laura Sterling
“Stop… please…” I whispered brokenly, my voice barely carrying in the dark alley.
The tallest goon laughed louder, his breath foul as he yanked me forward in the wheelchair. “Begging already? We haven’t even started.”
One of them pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and forced it against my lips. “Drink this sexy potion... sweetheart. This will make you feel real good.”
I tried to turn my head away, but my weak body betrayed me.
The bitter liquid was poured down my throat. I choked and coughed, some of it spilling down my chin, but I swallowed most of it against my will. Within seconds, a strange heat began spreading through my veins.
No… what did they give me?
The world tilted even more violently. My skin started burning from the inside. A filthy, unwanted warm
