Beep.

Beep.

Cold chills lash out over my flesh, and I inch over, ready to throw up as a deep throbbing begins inside my brain.

“Brooke!” A scream shredded out of me as I pressed myself up from the concrete floor.

“Ohhh, come on, Isa,” her seductive voice slithered from somewhere in the distance. “You know how much I like to play.”

“Stop.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to play.” I bang on my head, scrunching eyes closed. “I don’t want to play, I don’t want to play. Playing is for losers.”

There was a long pause, so I lifted my head slowly, attempting to clear my eyesight. I saw her fuzzy form drop to her knees beside me. “But I want to.” She leaned down, her lips touching mine softly. I squeezed my eyes shut and refuse to open them.

“No, Brooke. Don’t touch me.”

Her fingers wrapped around the back of my neck as she pulled my face into hers harder, until my lips cushioned against hers. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth but I bit down on it until the metallic sting of blood slipped down my throat.

She laughed, a psychotic giggle erupting from her chest. “Yes.” She slipped back, swiping the blood off her bottom lip and then pressed the tip of her finger to my mouth. “Taste it, Isa. Taste what you’ve done. You know how I like it.” Then she cranked her head, as I tried to keep my food down. She leaned in until her lips are brushing over my ear. “Do you love the taste of my blood?”

I knew what I needed to do in order for Brooke to leave me alone, but I wouldn’t be doing it today—or ever.

“No, Brooke. We’ve only ever done this when another guy was involved and when we were drugged up.”

She bent her head, a dark look flashing over her eyes. “Good thing I came organized then.” Something stabs into my thigh and I scream, clutching it tightly.

“Isa…” a voice breaks through my hazy confusion, but I can’t see anything. All my vision is met with is a murky mix of colors and a voice I don’t recognize.

“You see,” Brooke stood from the ground, “you weren’t supposed to marry anyone, Isa.” Her face came near mine but doubled. Her body actually fucking doubled, or maybe I saw triples.

I tilted my head slightly, and that’s when numbness took over. “What did you stab me with!” I yelled, or did I? I wasn’t sure. It felt like a yell, but then again I didn’t hear anything. Then just as I realized I’ve lost my hearing, a loud buzzing zips through my eardrums.

“Fuck!”

“Isa! Don’t let go!” another woman’s voice comes in, and who the fuck is that! Why can’t I see. Oh, this is a bad trip. What did Brooke drug me with.

Tossing and turning my head while fighting the blackness that’s seeped in and out, I tried to fight myself into staying awake. I have to stay awake, I must. Turning to face the door, I watched as a dark shadow entered, closing it behind himself. “You were supposed to be ours, Isa. We were supposed to have a baby together. You, me, and Brooke.”

Devon. What the fuck was he talking about? My stomach flipped upside down and my throat clenched. I must be dying.

“No…” I fought it, just as darkness sucked me in and everything went black.

Dark fog.

“Isa! Please. For me. Please!” That same woman. That same voice.

Pain.

My eyes opened slightly, catching Devon right there on top of me, sweat dripping off his face with his eyes wide on mine as he thrust inside of me. Deep. He kept thrusting deep and hard. “I.” Thrust. “Told.” Thrust. “You.” Double thrust. “Mine.” Slammed into me and tears prickled out the side of my eyes. His cock pulsed inside of me and I had to fight the bile that was rising in my throat, although I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to spew all over his ugly fucking mug. How did I not know the Devon had this side to him? He hid it so well.

“My turn,” Brooke grinned, ripping Devon’s naked flesh off of my equally naked flesh.

“No!” I screamed, consciousness slowly seeped in. I could feel my muscles twitch as they awakened, but I didn’t want to let her know. If I made it too obvious that the drugs had worn off, she might’ve given me more. I’d need to play drugged still. That’d be the only way.

Devon stood to his feet, yanking up his jeans. “We will keep her here until I know that she’s pregnant.”

“Isa, baby, please, please. Shit. Shit!” That voice again, but before I can register, my mind goes into a downward spiral of warped flesh and bright colors.

Brooke ran the palm of her hand up my inner thigh, swiped at Devon’s leftover cum that had trickled out of me and slipped down my leg, and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean off. There was no fighting it this time, I lurched over and gagged all the contents out of my belly.

“Gross,” Brooke muttered, but her hand went back to my inner thigh as she pressed the nub of her thumb against my clit. Ugly wet tears fell down my cheeks now. I wanted Bryant. I missed him and I needed him. I needed his arms wrapped around me and I needed his fucking stupid grin smiling at me from across the room. Brooke straddled my lap. I internally talked myself down because my anger had hit new highs. Rage. Pure rage was pounding through my body.

She started to grind herself on me and that’s when I took my chance. Launching my fist back, I pound it into her mouth.

“Yes! That’s it, Isa! You’ve got this. Fight it, girl!” I need to know who this woman is. But the spiral is back.

“Agh!” she screamed, flying off of me and falling back on her ass while swiping the saliva and blood from her lips. “You fucking bitch!” She charged toward me, her fist reared backward before punching me in the face. A crunch whipped around the silent cold room and my head snapped back from the impact. Warm liquid gushed from my nose, seeping down the front of my chin and over my naked chest.

“Brooke!” I wanted to fucking kill her. I wanted to watch as the life got sucked out of her eyes.

“Shut up!” she screamed, lifting her leg and booting me square in the face. My head snapped back and I fall backward. Throbbing numb pain starts to vibrate over the back of my head as everything started slipping in and out of consciousness again.

No. Fuck off. I am not going down like a little bitch.

“Tsk tsk, Isa…” she laughed, tilting her head back.

Beep.

Beep.

That fucking sound again.

“You thought you could escape me?” Brooke laughed as I struggled to keep my eyes open, the assault of a bright light booming in front of my eyes. I threw my arm up to shield from the assault. I reached for the crowbar that was beside me and got to my feet. Rearing it backward, I stabbed the sharp end of it through her chest.

“Fuck you!” I roared, with so much release of hate, I dropped to the floor. She clutched her chest and fell to her back. The sounds of her choking on her own blood like a sweet lullaby to my frantic thoughts.

“Isa!” I know that voice.

“Bryant?” I squint my eyes toward the light, but before I can make out the shape of whoever it is that’s there, Bryant comes running inside. “Don’t move!”

My eyelashes are flicking, everything coming back into view clearly.

“Bryant grips my arm while wrapping his suit jacket around my bare chest. “Get up, baby. Can you move?” I look around then back to Bryant and nod, standing tall on my feet. I swipe the tears off my face, eying a long crowbar that has just been tossed to the side in the corner of the room. I went straight toward it, picking up the rusted handle and swinging it over my shoulder before turning back toward Brooke.

She laughed, her head tilting back. “Oh what? You really think you can hit me with that thing? I can’t die, Isa.” Launching my elbow back, I grinned. “Yep.” Before slamming it across her head. She dropped to the ground as blood begins to ooze out of her head.

“Isa…” Bryant whispers into my hair, but I can’t respond because all of a sudden

Blackness seeps in and I drop to the ground.