Leah
I fought—silently, furiously—against the invisible chains pinning my body down. Every scrap of willpower poured into one simple command: move. Twitch a finger. Blink. Anything. But my limbs stayed limp, heavy, useless. The d**g had turned me into a prisoner inside my own skin—aware, awake, and screaming inside a cage of flesh.
Then rough hands seized my arms.
I was yanked out of the car like a sack of grain. Gravel bit into my back as they dragged me off the road, stones scraping skin raw. Ella’s voice—high and vicious—cut through the night air.
“Pull her into the bushes! Make sure no one sees!”
Branches snagged my hair. Roots and rocks gouged my elbows, my calves. Pain flared bright and real—sharp enough to prove the d**g hadn’t dulled sensation. I could feel every tear in my sk
