𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter twenty-eight.

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"There. she looks completely different, enzo."

"It'll have to do. wake her up, put in the brown contacts, then get her in the clothes i set out. also, give her more of the drugs. I can't have her running off."

"I can only give her 15 more in two days. If you give her more, she'll overdose. Are you sure?"

"I don't care. keep dosing her until she knows not to fuck around."

my eyes slowly opened. a man beside Enzo, nodding before facing me. Before he  walked off for a second, Enzo stared at me, cracking a small smirk before going to join the other one.

"Keep your eyes open." The man spoke. I looked down at the chair i was strapped to, my eyebrows furrowed.

The guy grabbed my face, holding my eye open as he pushed a contact onto my eye. I squinted, my eyes flickering around for a moment. "You want this to go up or in your fucking iris? Look at me. Not to the side."

He did the other one and looked at the table beside me. He tipped out some white, small tablets into his palm and put them onto the table, spreading them out one by one and cracking it in half before holding it to my mouth.

"Open your mouth."

I glared at him.

"Open, your fucking mouth." he grabbed my jaw, basically snatched it, and fathered a few of the pills on the table. He put all of them in my mouth at once and tipped some water in my mouth before pushing back down onto my throat.

My stomach was spinning. From the pills? No. Not from the pills. I was fucking terrified.

The man kneeled down and started to unstrap me.

"I want to know where I am." I said, not daring to look at him while I said it, feeling the lump in my throat grow. He stayed silent, tying my hands together before lifting me to stand.

I huffed slowly, my eyes fluttering.

"I think I gave you too much." he muttered, lifting me up as i immediately nudged him away.

"Don't."

"Come here, mija." he tilted his head a little as I looked around the bathroom. everything was blurry. my hearing was faint, and my ears were ringing.

he grabbed my hands, leading me into a room. a hotel room.

"change. now." he untied my hands.

I approached the bed, looking at the clothes, then back at the man.

he wouldn't leave.

"I said change, bitch!" He suddenly snapped, whipping out a gun from the back of his belt. I breathed in.

A small smirk formed on his face.

I exhaled and kept myself together as I turned and lifted off my shirt and pulled down my jean skirt. I felt that glare behind me, but not at the back of my head.

My hand was trembling. I couldn't feel anything, anything in anywhere, but in that one hand that was trembling.

I looked back down at the clothes.

A black laced up blouse with strings holding up the breast part. No sleeves, no straps. You tied to lace around your neck, and that was all. Those were incredibly tight. And by them there were a pair of shorts, so small even I wouldn't wear them.

I pulled on the shirt, pulling my hair away from the lace before tying it and sliding up the pair of shorts before sliding on my heels. I turned to face the man, one of my knees a little bent as I held my ankle to try and adjust the tight-fitting stilleto.

"Good, good." he nodded and grabbed a needle before giving it a flick. He was distracted for a moment. He couldn't fuck this up or I'll die. I couldn't fuck this up, or I would die.

My brain was telling me to run, but my gut was telling me to fight.

I paused, then quickly bolted towards the door as the man ran behind me. He grabbed my arm, slamming me into the sharp bit of the counter before ripping my head back by my hair and just stabbing the needle into a random patch of my neck, pressing down on the plunger.

? 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

"Hey, hey, there's a new girl here." Ruby ran over, grabbing my arm.

"A new girl? we haven't had one of those since Enzo got that injury." My lips twitched, looking her over and turning to face her.

"He's asking us to help Tate to get her ready. She looks... kind of weird. Like a meth addict. But it's fine. She is really pretty." She added on slowly, bit by bit. "Well, we don't need anymore meth addicts here, right?" I laughed and walked with her to this girl.

I followed behind her to the exit of the club. She pushed open the door and approached Tate's black car.

Ruby pulled open the door, looking at the girl.

My smile faded.

"What, ya know her?" Ruby remarked.

"That's my sister." I breathed out, my weight shifting slightly, and my chest aching.