The Call That Ruined Me

he dragged me across the cold marble floor.

. He shoved open the bedroom door and threw me towards the bed. I landed hard, the imp

His words were a lash, each one designed to strip me of any remaining dignity. "

ne on the nightstand

ne. We're ready for the p

n whose loyalty was bought and paid for. He was the one who would perform the ins

o crawl to the far side of the bed. "Not with

e. "It's more efficient this way. Less messy

returned with Dr. Miles, a small, nervous man carrying

uiet. "Is everything alright? The

n on my pants and the spots

m said flatly. "Jus

standard procedure requires a preliminary examination. With these symptoms, procee

, Doctor?" Liam's voice dropped,

ed hard. "No, sir

new kind of terror, a primal fear for my life. This wasn

screamed, kicking

e grabbed my legs, pinning me to t

n my thigh, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. My limbs grew heavy

, and then a pain so sharp and blinding it cut through the drug's haze. It was a white-hot ag

the word garbled.

heard Liam say, his voice seemi

ides. I felt a gush of warmth, far more than before. My

eeding is accelerating. Her blood pressure is dropping. I think.

was the frantic beeping of a machine Dr. Miles must h

h something other than anger.

, as if I'd just spilled wine on his expen

ything we