Dreams Can Come True

84. In his power

My body felt incredibly heavy, as if all the strength had been drained from it. I tried to move, to scream, but my muscles refused to obey. A suffocating fear gripped my throat as I realized I was utterly helpless, at the mercy of David's sinister plans.
David's voice pierced through my consciousness, his words like toxic whispers in my ear. "I've drugged you so much that you're only barely conscious," he murmured, his tone cold and calculating. My heart pounded in my chest, a panic overwhelming me that I could not express.
He lifted my arm, but as soon as he released it, it fell like lead. I could only watch helplessly, trapped in my own body as the world around me blurred and warped.
"Good," he muttered, as if speaking to a puppet in his hands. He supported me, leading me away, while those around us thought I had just had too much to drink. No one saw the true nightmare I was ensnared in.
David carried me outside like a gentleman, his words of reassurance a mere mask for the darkness behind his friendly facade. He placed me in his car, my world overshadowed by the ominous presence of his being. As the car drove away from the nightclub, a cold shiver ran through my body, a foreboding sense of fear and despair that wouldn't leave me alone.

While we sat in the car, enveloped in the dark cocoon of the night, my gaze involuntarily fell on David, seated beside me in the driver's seat. It was as if a transformation had taken place, as if he had changed since our last encounter. No longer did he have the disheveled, neglected look that had surrounded him before. Instead, he looked respectable, almost polished, like a man with a hidden agenda cloaked in a veneer of respectability.
His beard was neatly trimmed, no longer the rugged overgrowth that previously covered his face. It gave him a sharper, more focused appearance, as if he hid his true intentions behind a carefully cultivated facade. His clothing was tidy, his businesslike appearance restored to its former glory, just as I had always remembered him.
It was as if he was back to his old self, the man I once knew before darkness overtook him. And though his appearance might have changed, I couldn't ignore the shadow that still hung around him. Beneath the surface of his groomed exterior, I felt the looming presence of something sinister, something that made me shiver despite the warmth of the car.

As David carefully helped me out of the car and led me into his apartment, I felt trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't escape. Before he opened the front door, he couldn't resist pressing his lips against mine, and I shuddered with revulsion. I wanted to push him away, but instead, he held my arms firmly, as if we were standing there kissing out of love, while in reality, disgust and fear coursed through my veins.
I could feel the filth of his touch, the pressure of his lips against mine like a weight dragging me down. His breath smelled of smoke and alcohol, a combination that made me nauseous. I wanted to get away from him, away from this situation.
When he finally opened the front door, he didn't let go. Instead, he dragged me inside as if I were a helpless prey he had just caught. His grip was firm but gentle, like a predator cherishing its catch before the final blow.

He placed me on the soft upholstery of the couch, and I could only stare at him with wide-open eyes. His words cut through the air like a sharp knife. "Give her back to me," he said, his voice piercing and relentless. He leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine, and I felt paralyzed under his gaze.
With a swift motion, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and sprinkled it with something I couldn't identify. A chilling thought flashed through my mind, but before I could say or do anything, he approached me again. "This should be enough," he said, his voice icily calm as he pressed the soaked handkerchief against my mouth.
With each breath, I felt myself sinking further away, losing my grip on reality bit by bit. Everything went black, a darkness that swallowed me and dragged me into an unknown void. I tried to fight, to scream, but my voice seemed stifled by the cloth pressed against my mouth. And then, suddenly, everything disappeared, and I was carried away into the endless void of sleep.