Insanity Inflicted By Your Love

One

Alcohol filled the air like a thick cloud of disorientation and bad decisions. Huge innocent blue eyes darted around the room. It was a huge mess of drunk body against drunk body. Everyone was either in a lip lock, throwing up on the floor or grinding against someone as close as possible. She didn't know where to go nor who to look at. She was contemplating leaving the entanglment of druken mistakes. Her mind was warning her of danger.

A pair of hungry brown eyes were searching the crowd. Looking for their next target. They were scanning for innocence. In the corner a beacon of blue was calling to him. She looked uncomfortable and he knew he could get her out of there and into his room with only a few words.

And he did. She follwed him with no question, not knowing his intentions. When in his car he passed her a bottle of water. Slightly murky. Powdery. She didn't notice. She took a large gulp. And blacked out.

What happened that night she will probably never know. But it's not to hard to guess. In the morning she woke up in a strange bed. He lay beside her, asleep.

Something in her head felt different. Wrong. She sat up and shook her head. She rolled over to wake him up only to find herself naked. Her eyebrows furrowed. Her head hurt. She gave his shoulder a good shake. He stirred, opening one eye.

"Who are you?" She mumbled, trying not to agitate her pounding head.

He smiled, a glint illuminating his eyes, "I can be whatever you want me to be,"

That day she decided she wanted him to be hers. And he agreed. She thought he was a good guy. He knew he could use her every night. Win-win. For now.