Tara looked up and saw the police officer taking the handcuffs off. Relief washed over her. A familiar face. However that relief was short lived when she realised that Constable Miller had no intention of saving her and taking her home. Instead she was dragged unceremoniously by her hair to a chair that looked like it had been made for torture. She felt groggy, like she had been drugged. Things were out of focus, the light suddenly too bright and sound muffled and distorted, making it hard to understand what was being asked of her. Tara tried desperately to turn her head and take a better look at her surroundings. Maybe she would see her sister somewhere?
"She's coming to. What do you want me to do?"
Constable Miller walked over to the man and gave him a long, passionate kiss. She took the syringe out of his hand and walked back to her.
"Let me try this."
Tara could feel the stinging pain of the needle as it penetrated her skin and the heat of the drug quickly spreading through her semi-conscious body. What were they going to do to her?
Before she could finish the train of thought, she passed out.
"I much prefer them when they are awake," drawled a husky male voice in the distance.
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Boudoir Secrets
Ficção GeralSometimes fantasies shouldn't be acted out. A naughty, raunchy, thriller... Rated M - Boudoir Secrets 2 available but rated R Votes and Likes are anonymous - so please show your appreciation. Become a fan if you are really liking what you read and b...
