Seduction

Vincent

“I’m so smart, right?” she said with a snigger, slowly standing up from where she crouched.

“What did you put in my drink?” I slurred, trying to keep in touch with consciousness.

“Uh…” she began, holding her jaws thoughtfully, “A mixture of Rophenol and Ketamine, or thereabout. My supplier said it’s quick and it’ll hit you hard. How do you feel?” She asked with feigned concern.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t even. I was finding it hard to hold on to the light. I felt like I was falling down an endless dark tunnel. My lids were getting heavy and my limps getting weak. My arms vibrated violently, threatening to give in to the increasing weakness.

“What did I ever do to you?” She inquired. I couldn’t make out her expression, but with the way she spoke, she sounded pained.

“We were doing pretty well when I returned. You did everything I asked you to. We talked a lot. We did almost everything together. You treated me like I mattered. I knew it would be difficult rekindling what