Dazed and confused, that was how Kitty felt when she woke up the next morning. Her head was pounding, and the bright light creeping through the window was making the throbbing in her brain worse.
“What happened last night?” She muttered. Her breath reeked, and her mouth tasted of metal. She gagged, throwing her palms over her lips while she galloped to her bathroom. She emptied her stomach into the toilet. “What the f**k did I eat last night!”
She peeled over the bowl once more and unloaded some more of her gut. She felt like she had no intestines left. Flashes of silky red hair dancing between her thighs wandered through her head. “Zeek,” she whispered. “He'll tell me what happened.” She told herself.
The last thing she remembered was being with Ezekiel and how good of a p***y sucker
