THIRTY-FIVE
Mike – Pills – Dark – Fighting – Chris – Clothes
"If you don't do it, I'll shoot you here and now," a voice drawled, across the room or maybe outside of it. "Get her undressed and you know what to do next, don't you?"
"All right, all right!" Chris's voice sounded scared and much closer.
The creep of fingers on my skin, beneath my clothes.
I rolled away from him, scrambling to my feet. I tried to ignore the dizziness, back with a vengeance. "What the f**k do you think you're doing? I'll break your b****y hand if you touch me without my permission again!"
I could see him only as a stationary shadow, perhaps two metres from me. Between me and the door. Chris's voice was barely audible, but I recognised it all the same. Maybe it was the way it shook, like he was terrified of
