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“What? Why?” Am I contagious? Is it the plague? Am I going to die?
My body starts to tingle, starting with my nose. It feels a bit like when I drink too much and my face starts to go numb.
Chatterbox flees the room faster than if I was shooting at him.
Geoffrey makes me drink from the extendable tap before squirting my hands and such too. He rinses away the residual powder on the floor and continuously asks me how I’m feeling.
The door opens and Captain looks around with a stern gaze, Clunk and three others at his heels.
“What happened?” He moves towards me, cupping my face gently, seeming to be genuinely concerned about my health. I bat his hands away.
“You know the thing we’ve been working on?” Geoffrey scratches his head, cringing when Clunk takes a step towards him.
“What thing?”
“The thing that will be more valuable to us than crack…”
Captain’s eyes widen. “The thing?”
Geoffrey nods. “The thing.”
I bat his hands away again when he wipes at a drop of water on my temple. “What thing?” I pull on my collar and fan my face with my hand. “Am I dying?”
Captain ignores me. “How much did she consume?”
“A good lungful…”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Chatterbox hands him a set of handcuffs.
“Oh my God,” I cry, stepping away from them all as they speak amongst themselves. “Am I going rabid? What’s going to happen? Crack? Did I just have crack?”
A harsh breath leaves me as Captain plants his shoulder into my stomach and lifts me. I hold myself up with my hands on his back, squirming with discomfort.
“Captain… what the fuck?” I shout. “Put me down.”
He ignores me but slaps my thigh when I struggle against his hold.
I settle because really, what the fuck else can I do? I don’t much fancy eating the floor with my face right now.
A minute later of avoiding curious gazes, wolf-whistles and suggestions, we’re in his room and not only does he toss me on his bed but he handcuffs me to it. Both hands with the chain around a bar that should be for holding magazines I think.
I cry and cuss him out when he moves into the bathroom and I hear the tap of the bath running.
“You’re about to get extremely uncomfortable,” he explains, returning with a sodden wet towel.
He places it on my body, ignoring my shriek.
The door opens without permission and Geoffrey walks in with a small vial of orange fluid.
“You can give her this to help her sleep but I don’t know how it’ll react with the drug.”
Captain snatches it from him and places it on the table by my head.
“What are you doing? Please, uncuff me,” I beg, my body temperature has risen to an unbearable degree. “Why am I so warm? Somebody, tell me what’s happening.”
“Cliff Notes, you inhaled an aphrodisiac.” Geoffrey shrugs apologetically. “An extremely potent version that I condensed for transport ease.”
“What?” I glare at him. “What the fuck, Geoffrey? What does that mean?”
“It means in about thirty seconds you’ll probably rape your way through the entire ship.”
I blink at him. “I’d never.”
“Oh, you don’t know how powerful this stuff is.”
As if by magic a burning sensation coils in my groin and I press my thighs together.
“It’s starting, Captain, shall I stay with her?” Geoffrey asks carefully.
“Nobody is staying with her,” Captain replies curtly. “Leave.”
Geoffrey nods, bows slightly, apologises multiple times and walks out.
I squirm as Captain rubs my skin under the cuffs with Vaseline. “So they don’t chafe.”
“Oh my God, everything burns…” I twist and turn, holding onto the bar as I cross my legs this way and that. “God… I can’t… can you just…?”
He stands and rolls his eyes. “You’re way more trouble than you’re worth.”
“Fuck you,” I shout after him, relieved when he leaves.
This has to be a dream.
My body feels like a boiling kettle, any second now my ears will start whistling with steam.
I sob, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow that smells of lemons and fresh linen.
My hands ache to wander down to my private place and bring myself to orgasm. The need is so deep and desperate I can’t bear it.
I’ve never felt so aroused but this is entirely different. This is a raging need that’s near painful. This is like being deprived of oxygen if sex were oxygen.
“Niall,” I sob, twisting, thrashing my legs and turning until I can grip the blanket and press it against my groin. “I’m dying.” I need it. I just need to be filled, to be fucked. Oh my God.
I’ll take anything right now. A dildo… a shampoo bottle… ANYTHING.
The door opens, bringing with it a cooling draft.
“Release my hand,” I beg him as he nears me, pressing his hand to my neck.
His touch alone sends me wild. I’m out of control and I don’t care. I have no shame.
