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Human fucking traffickers.
“H... how could you do this?” I stammered, clutching the trash can in my hands. The noise in my head was becoming louder, and I wanted to bang my head against a wall, to scream at it to stop. “What about L… Lisa? What would s… she say?”
I tried desperately to play to what I thought was his human side. It turned out, he didn’t have one.
“L... Lisa…” he mocked, “… is out there somewhere, doing the exact same thing that you will be. Begging for drugs, using your body to get them, being good little addicts. I wasn’t lying when I said she was too curious for her own good.”
I gasped.
He’d sold her.
Got her fucking addicted, and sold her.
Just like he was going to do to me.
“Well…” he said happily, his tone changing dramatically, “… let’s get your photo shoot done shall we, and wait for the buyers to roll on in.”
He reached out and grabbed hold of my ankle, I struggled, the trash can flying off the bed and onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. I kicked out at him, but my movements were slow and my body was weak. He climbed on top of me, his body pinning mine to the bed. Eric’s hand went to my throat, and he squeezed. I tore at his wrists with my fingernails as he held up one hand with a pill in between his fingers.
No, not again. I couldn’t do this again.
I locked my lips and his laughter boomed. “All right then, let’s play it your way. How long can you hold your breath, Annabelle?”
He released my throat and used his fingers to pinch my nose. My body tossed and turned fighting to throw him off, but I was growing fatigued, my muscles already screaming out at me, the noise in my ears making it hard to focus.
I needed to fight.
I was growing lightheaded, my lungs screaming out for air as he laughed maniacally above me, like he knew I couldn’t win.
I couldn’t.
Finally, unable to last any longer, I gasped for air, and he dropped the pill in my mouth. Instantly, I tried to spit it out, but his hand clasped my jaw and he held it closed. I knew then there was no use fighting, the pill was fizzing on my tongue.
“Swallow it,” he snapped, squeezing my nose shut again.
I had no choice.
It slipped down my throat with ease and Eric laughed like a damn psychopath as he climbed off my now limp body. Tears streamed down my face as I waited for the effects to take hold of me. And in the back of my brain the addict in me jumped with glee.
The withdrawals would be gone soon.
And so would the noise, taking a piece of me with it.
