Chapter 19: Drug Specimen

Sarah

The past forty-eight hours have been pure torment. From a plaything, bought to satiate every dark whim of my new captor, to a guinea pig, subjected to test the potency of various hard drugs.

Potent enough to knock me senseless within minutes. I need no confirmation; I'm back to being an addict, perpetually yearning for the next experiment. But for some reasons, no one has come to check on me. I lie wasted on the oversized mattress. Naked. To quote the Don's cruel words, "Clothes are but an impediment."

I sniff hard, a hysterical cry rising within me. I crave more of that substance. That tiny stash I managed to smuggle from the testing room is exhausted. Madness feels like an understatement.

Yet, there's one crucial thing the drug does: it fuels my craving, making me long for it even more. It grants me temporary distraction from my unbearable reality. With every inhalation, I escape to a glorious paradise, free of those beasts around me. I surge from the bed, pounding my fists on