“Yeah, just like that… shhh.”
A feminine voice slips into my left ear. The right side is dead, like it’s been stuffed with cotton. I can’t move… not even twitch. It should scare me, but I can’t feel anything.
Or can I?
“How many doses did you give her?”
I try moving my arm. Something soft brushes beneath my palm.
Silk?
I drag my hand again. It’s silk.
“She’s awake. Oh, I’m loving this. And just in time… darling.”
Warm hands wrap around mine and my eyes fly open.
I’m in a dim room. Not pitch black—just enough light to blur the edges. The walls are painted a deep slate gray, almost blue under the low light. Jake slouches on a black velvet couch, camera pointed straight at me. A TV on the wall flickers with rough static and beside it, are a pair of crutches.
My head turns. She’s the
