One Direction One Shots 2

13 (Part 2) (Niall)

Written by: slylou.tumblr.com

I woke up to a stinging pain on my ankle, shifting only to have them pull against cold metal press against them. My eyes were heavy and my head was dizzy, my sight unable to focus as I stirred. Finally I shook my head and propped myself on my elbows to find myself in a bedroom. My mind suddenly triggered itself by recalling everything that happened, Niall leaving me to bleed out like a stuck pig while he escaped.
I scoffed and tried to slide off the bed, only to have my ankles catch against something tethering me to the bed. I looked down to see handcuffs around them, the skin red and tender from the metal cutting into them every time I moved. I was dressed in only a bra and some sleeping shorts, my body shivering from the cold. Sitting up, my eyes darted across the room as I tried to recognize my surroundings. It didn’t seem to me that this would be somewhere 13 or Zayn would leave me hostage, the room clean and empty. I turned over to see the long gash that once had me dying stitched up and clean, the skin tightening every time I exhaled. 
I sat up and examined the handcuffs, my thoughts racing as I tried to think of a way to unlatch them and try to escape. Whoever placed me here certainly didn’t want me to leave. As I shifted my legs, I noticed gauzes adorning my legs, covering the cuts from my thighs. I lost myself in concentration, thinking of who would could have saved me and let me live just to be chained? As I sat on the bed, my questions suddenly wandered to Niall, did he survive, and if he did, where was he?
My entire body flinched as the door opened, and I looked up to see a young man dressed in black walk in, a smirk creeping on his face. He turned to close the door and immediately I recognized a fighting Irish tattoo on the back of his neck. I silently breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way over to me, sitting down at the foot of the bed. He watched me intently for a bit as I stared back at him, the silence screaming between us.
“Where’s Niall?” I finally spoke, and he snorted in amusement, making me glare at him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, you cheeky bitch?” I narrowed my eyes, making my expression clear to him that I wasn’t impressed with his remark. He continued to smirk at me, his eyes shifting to the handcuffs around my ankles. Raising a hand, he traced a finger lightly over the exposed skin, my leg shrinking away at his touch. He chuckled, pissing me off.
“Answer my fucking question.” I snarled, and he turned to me, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling me forward, his grasp hard.
“He’s not ever coming back for you, and I suggest that you be nice to me, otherwise I’ll make you miserable.” He whispered harshly in my ear, but I restrained showing any fear. After everything that I had gone through, there wasn’t much left that intimated me, and this guy certainly wasn’t one of them. He noticed the retaliation in my eyes and leaned closer to me, his face inches away.
“Besides, you’re going to stay here and be my…stress reliever.” He started to close the gap between us and I instinctively sank my teeth into his nose, making him flinch backwards in pain. Holding his nose between his hands, he glared at me before swinging his hand clean across my face. I yelped clenching my eyes closed as my cheek burned from the force of his palm. Pinning me backwards on the bed, he pressed himself against me and hissed into my ear as I struggled underneath him.
“Did that hurt, bitch? I don’t want to have to hurt you, you’re such a pretty little fuck.”I turned away as much as I could from him as he leaned down and gave me a wet kiss on my neck. His hands firmly kept mine on my side as he tried to kiss my lips, and I wriggled as much as I could to avoid him. His anger grew at my hostility and he tightened his grip on my left wrist, making me cry out as I could feel a bone about to snap.
He shifted his other hand and pinned both of my hands under one above my head. Grinning, he slid his free hand along my ribcage and waist, fidgeting with the waistband of the shorts. I opened my eyes to see his peering down at me as he pulled the shorts down and began to unzip his jeans.
“You fucking stupid bastard, get off of me!” I began to yell as he laughed and rubbed his cock against me before forcefully thrusting himself in. The friction and heat coming from him was unbearable against my thighs and body. I held my screams back and shut my eyes as he kept going, the fast movements chafing off the bandages. The fabric of the gauze felt like sandpaper across the healing skin, tearing the skin and reopening the cuts.
White hot pain seared through my legs as he pulled out and away, small pearls of blood running down and staining the bandages. With a smug look on his face, he zipped up his jeans before walking out and closing the door. I turned over and brought my arms around my head, curling up and sobbing quietly. A few minutes later he walked back in the room, and undid the handcuffs around my ankles, and I immediately curled up my knees. I heard him chuckle low before tracing his fingers along my arm, and I tensed harshly at his touch.
“I’m only letting you go to clean yourself up for next time.” He muttered before walking out and locking the door. I lay on the bed for a bit, my eyes glassy and my head pounding from the adrenaline. After a while I finally forced my body to get up, only to catch myself on the end of the bed. My legs were weak and unable to hold me up for a great extent. I hobbled over to the bathroom located next to the bed and turned on the faucet in the tub to run a shower.
I stood leaning against the tile for longer than necessary, letting the water run over me, the blood running down the drain in small streams. Finally I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body as I hunted for something to wear. As soon I opened the door back into the room, he was standing in front of me, an evil smirk on his face. I said nothing, my gaze throwing daggers as I frowned and clutched the towel around me.
“Feeling better?” He asked, not really interested or caring. I narrowed my eyes and looked away.
“Fuck off.” I muttered before brushing past him, expecting him to grab me. Surprisingly, he let me walk back to the bed as I sat on the edge, my gaze scanning for some hint of clothes. His snicker broke my attention as I turned back to him and he motioned for someone to come in. Another member of 13 came in and threw a dress at me. My disgruntled look prompted him to walk over and stand right in front of me, his hands in fists.
“You expect me to wear this?” I asked, my eyebrows rose in question as I held the thin fabric between my fingers. He bent over and locked eyes with me, and I could see flecks of gold in his iris.
“Either you wear that, or wear the towel. If you’re going to be mine, I need to have easy access.”I scoffed at him, and he responded by smacking my other cheek hard, leaving a stinging burn on my skin. I held my face in my hands as I listened to him speak.
“I would watch your behavior, because both 13 and Diamond have put huge pay outs for your body, dead or alive.” He said as he turned my chin back towards him, his brow furrowed and voice strained. I kept my composure to avoid being hit again, but I couldn’t help my mouth as my mind raced with questions.
“Why are you keeping me here alive, then?”I said softly, and he smiled before facing away and pacing around the room. He made his way around the room before answering me, crossing his arms across his chest.
“There’s a growing band of us who want Alan dead. We think his whole “matching” tradition and ways are bullshit, so we’re going to take him down. We’re starting with Niall, and that’s where you come in.” I was quiet as I waited for him to continue. “You’re going to be the bait that gets him killed.”
I looked away helplessly, trying to organize my thoughts on how to get myself, or even Niall out of this. The man walked out of the room, leaving me to decide how I wanted to get through this. A huge part of me had a gut feeling that I could somehow escape and make my way back to 13 and Niall. But there was a slightly nagging question at the back of my mind. What happens if I can’t pull through?
My body shivered, breaking my focus as I realized I was still holding the dress in my hands. Unwillingly I dropped the towel and slid the curve hugging garment over me, the soft fabric kissing my skin. I crawled back into the bed, throwing the sheets over me and closing my eyes as I tried to push everything out of my head.
•
Over the next week, I didn’t move from the bed save for when the 13 member dragged me out and forced himself in me or in the shower. I lost my appetite for eating altogether, my body becoming thin and weak as the days went on. Every time he would use me, I felt increasingly numb, my soul withering as I just lay still when he would kiss me. I wasn’t scared of what was going to happen, I was angry that I could help him or do anything to prevent it. I would hear the other 13 members whisper about the final plans, but I always would lose focus.
From what I had gathering when I wasn’t in a haze, they were planning to lure Niall by sending out word that I was still alive. They would then trap him and probably his other men and mercilessly kill them in a huge gun fight. Of course, after they were finished with him, I was bound to be next. They would then catch me listening and the man would drag me to the bed and punish me.
One night I woke up with a severe pain in my side, and I felt a lump grow in my throat as I stumbled to the bathroom. As soon as I reached the toilet I immediately threw up, the back of my mouth burning from dehydration. I slumped against the floor as I heard him come in and mutter “shit” as he saw me. My breathing was labored and my side kept throbbing in pain as I held a hand over my ribs.
I felt him pick me up and throw me over his shoulder as he carried out of the room and into a small dining area, placing me on the table. I coughed, my throat raspy and my breath wheezing as I tried to ignore the pain and sickness, hoping that it would take me away from everything. A few of the other members of 13 were watching me from across the room as I curled up in pain. The man bent down in front of me, pushing a plate of food towards me.
“Eat.” He ordered, and I looked at him fiercely before shoving the plate away and turning over. I froze as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into the back of my head. “I won’t fucking tell you again. Eat you stupid cunt.”
“Kyle, just let her die, imagine the reward we’d get for bringing in the body.”One of them spoke up as I lay still, hearing the gun cock behind me, and I slowly turned to face him.
“I’m not afraid to die again.” I whispered, and he lowered the gun, placing in his waistband. He reached over and grabbed my wrist, dragging me off the table and onto the floor as my body made a loud thump against the cold tile. I silently cried as I held onto my arm, pain throbbing as I felt my elbow out of place. Once again he placed the food in front of me and motioned for the rest of them to leave the room. They exited slowly, and the one who spoke up spat in my direction before walking out the door.
I was breathing sharply as I kept my gaze on the food, only a few inches from me. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to decide if to give in to their antics, or to suffer only a little bit longer until I couldn’t take it. As much as I didn’t want to help these rebels go through with the plan and kill Niall, I didn’t know how else to save him. I was at the point that the only way out was to end my own life and suffering. 
I snapped my eyes back opened as I realized that all of them had stepped outside, leaving me alone. I used all my strength to sit up and pull myself to stand up, leaning against a chair. Stumbling over to the kitchen, I rummaged through the cabinets till I found a spare lighter. I opened the refrigerator and just as I had thought, there were several bottles of wine and beer.
My hands were shaking as I stuffed paper towels into many of them, lighting them and placing them in different corners of the house. Eventually the smoke began to pile and the couch and other items caught fire, igniting the house quickly. I heard voices retreating from the house as the flames grew hotter and burned more intense. I took that as a cue to slip out a window facing the front, just as a beam fell, causing the roof and walls to cave in. A cloud of dust billowed out from the rubble of the house falling everywhere.
Through the thick smoke and dust of the house, I snuck away from the yelling and tried to make my way as best I could. Dodging front yards and driveways, I made it a couple blocks down before my side felt like it was pierced with a dozen knives. I stumbled into a backyard and fell into the grass, the soft blades tickling my cheeks. Wincing, I leaned forward and saw a blooming spot of red on my dress coming from the stitches.
I closed my eyes and relaxed my body, letting the blood soak and my breathing slow as I lay still. Niall was flashing through my mind, and though I really hadn’t done anything to save him, I knew there was nothing left I could do.
•
“Is she ever going to wake up?”A small boy’s voice next to my ear triggered my mind and thoughts. I kept my eyes closed but became aware that I was lying face down on a bed, my dress removed save for underclothes and covered with a sheet. My fingertips sensed that my ribs were bandaged, no longer soaked with blood.
“Maybe she’s really tired.” Another voice echoed on the other side of me, a girl’s voice. This time I couldn’t help but to stir, opening my eyes to see the shocked expression of a young boy, who immediately ran over to the side of his sister. They both ran out of the room as I craned my neck to see I was in a small bedroom filled with paintings. I turned back at the sound of footsteps to see a middle aged woman walk into the room, the children following close behind.
“It’s good to see you’re awake. We were beginning to think that you wouldn’t pull through.” She smiled softly at me as I kept my gaze on hers, blushing as I realized I was only covered by a thin sheet. Chuckling, she motioned for her children to leave, their squeals running down the hallway. Walking over to the side of the bed, she sat on the edge, folding her hands in her lap.
“Thank you, for helping me.” I managed to stutter out as she laughed.
“It’s not every day that I run into another member of 13.” I froze as she spoke, her eyes locked on mine as she waited for my response.
“How did you know?”I whispered.
“My former match who later became my husband was in 13. My two younger children look up to the members, they’re like older siblings to them since he was involved. Besides, I don’t know many people who get tattoos with diamonds that don’t mean the gang.” I smiled weakly as she handed me a t shirt and jeans, the sheet lifting and revealing new stitches and bandages. I decided not to pry on why she was still alive even though he wasn’t.
“Your youngest son asked if I would ever wake up. How long was I out?” I asked her as I pulled the shirt over my head and squeezed into the jeans. She watched me intently as I move my arms and body pain or flinch free.
“Today was the third morning you hadn’t woken up. Come on, I’ll make lunch.”I followed her out of the room and into the kitchen, where her children feel silent as I sat down with them at the table. The little boy concentrated on his drawing, but the little girl peered at me with an intense curiosity. I smiled at her as she kept staring, finally opening her mouth.
“Were you matched with someone who died? Is that why you were dying?” I was taken aback by the bluntness of her question, and her mother shushed her. I lowered my head as I thought of Mikey and Niall, wondering if he considered us matched. The room fell silent as she served us food and I stared into the steaming bowl of soup in front of me.
“I was supposed to be matched, but he was killed before anything happened. I got involved with someone else instead.” I finally answered as they peered at me, blowing on their soup before blowing. The boy kept quiet, but the girl was intrigued with my story. 
“So you got to meet Niall? Cool! I wish I could even see him.” She said before returning to her soup. There was something slightly disturbing about how her kids were fully aware of the matching tradition. The rest of the meal ended in silence, and I excused myself back to the room to try and gather my head. My head and thoughts were filling with fear that Niall somehow didn’t make it or was left for dead somewhere. My focus was interrupted by a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see the mother’s tired eyes.
I ended up telling her everything, one detail leading after the other, and I just needed someone to gush everything out to. She kept quiet as I recalled first meeting Niall, Mikey, getting shot, and my last encounter with him in the room with Zayn. I couldn’t help but to cry as I revealed that I needed to find him and tell him about the rebellious group plotting his murder. Even though we weren’t matched, I felt an obligation to commit my life to 13 and his safety.
I sniffled as she tried to compose her words to me. She rubbed my arm as she spoke.
“I understand how you feel, with a loved one. My kids and I have been in hiding ever since my husband died, due to the matching rules of death. I was already pregnant when he was shot, and I couldn’t bear to leave a child behind, but 13 had always been after me. I loved my husband, but there wasn’t any way that I was going to let them be raised without a mother. They’ve been taught the ways of 13, but now they’re old enough to understand.”
Without a word she stood up and left the room, leaving me confused and hurt as what to do next. After taking a small nap, I decided to gather my things and head out to try and find Niall myself. There was bound to be members of 13 around after Kyle had mentioned they had put a price on my body. As I walked through the living room and kitchen, I realized that no one was in the house. My eyes shifted frantically as I cautiously went out the front door to see the mother and children standing in front of a tall man and stout woman. They all turned to face me, their expressions somber.
Before I could say anything, two black jaguars pulled up in front of the house, and out stepped two escorts, who kept their eyes on the mother. My heart began to pound as she walked over to me with watery eyes, kissing my cheek. Her children stayed by the unknown woman’s side, clutching her hands tightly.
“What’s going on?” I finally asked her as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her voice was trembling and soft as she spoke.
“It’s time I honored the tradition, and let my kids go to 13. I know they’ll be in good hands with them, and I can finally join my husband. I’ve arranged for these escorts to take you to Niall, they owed me a favor from long ago, and I know I can trust them. That way you can avoid Diamond and still have a chance to save him, I know I would have loved to have done the same.” My heart dropped as I realized what she was saying as one of the escorts led me to the car and I climbed in.
She waved goodbye to her children, who drove away in the second car, but my escort stayed outside, waiting till the car was out of sight. He hung his head and drew a gun out of his pocket, cocking it and pointing it towards her. My eyes turned away just as there was a bang, her body dropping to the ground in the corner of my eye. The escort avoided my eyes as he climbed in and started the car, his hands shaking. I said nothing as the silence screamed like the gunshot after us as we drove away.
•
Not knowing where we were going and feeling numb after the death, I curled up and leaned my head against the window while he drove. Eventually I let my eyes close and tried not to concentrate on the soothing rhythm of the road. After what felt like several hours, we finally stopped in front of a large pool hall downtown. There was only one other car, and there seemed to be no lights on in the bar as we stepped out. I looked back at him but he kept his eyes forward as he walked towards the door. I followed, trusting that he was leading me directly to Niall and not Zayn.
Stepping inside there weren’t many lights on, and the only sounds were clacking of the poles against the balls. As we walked through, many of the walls were lined with members of 13, many of them stopping to look at us. By the time we reached the other side of the room, there was dead silence around, the entire room having their eyes on us, except for one.
His back was turned, and I could see smoke billowing from his mouth as he sucked on a cigarette. Wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans, his shadow stood out among the others as he turned around to look at us. The beautiful blue eyes pierced my gaze as a scowl turned into shock. Turning to face me fully, I could see through his half open shirt that he still had the bullet wound, but the necklace he wore was gone.
Flicking the cigarette away, he cocked his head, and the others around us dissipated to the other side of the room. They still kept a watchful eye on me as I couldn’t bear to rip my gaze away from his. A grin spread on his face as he glazed his focus over me, and I wasn’t in the mood for his boyish intentions.
“You’re one lucky bitch to have survived.” He said in a low voice, slowly leaning towards me. I could see the whites of his eyes were bloodshot around the light blue circles, and his breath smelled of scotch. I lowered my head as he tried to kiss me, only grazing my cheek. Laughing softly into my jaw, he continue to kiss me, making me shiver, but I resisted as I pushed him away.
“There’s someone out to kill you.” I said, and he rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the table, putting down the stick. He seemed to be either highly intoxicated or drugged up as he kept that stupid smirk on his face.
“Tell me something new. There’s always someone who wants to kill me.” He seemed bored with me, with where he was, like nothing was getting him off his buzz. I grew angry at his carelessness, and I lowered my voice as I tried not to let the others hear.
“Aren’t you ever worried about anything? God you’re such a fucking moron.” My comment seemed to set him off, the grin falling into a frown. He wordlessly grabbed my wrist and led me to the bathroom, throwing me in and locking the door. Whipping around he grabbed my shoulders and pressed me up against the mirror. I exhaled as the cold glass tingled my skin and his grip was crushing my arm.
“Look at you, helpless now. I don’t want to hear another smart ass remark out of that mouth, you hear me, slut?” He hissed in my ear as he slid a hand down my jeans, and feeling me over my panties. I tried to hold back the fact that he still wanted me by continuing to glare at him, my expression annoyed. He gave me a cheeky smile before taking both hands and unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them to my ankles.
Before I could say or do anything in retaliation, he lifted me up on the sink and pinned my hips to the wall as he bent down. He tugged my thong down and dragged his tongue across my slit, making me moan and arch against him. Smiling, he forced my thighs to spread and lightly kissed my thighs, driving me wild as I bit my lip to avoid anyone hearing.
I heard him chuckle before full on attacking my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue against me, his warm and wet tongue unbearable. I whimpered loudly and ran my fingers through his hair as he slid two fingers inside. Unable to hold myself back, I exhaled loudly in pleasure, my body trembling from the stimulation as he curled his fingers against my sweet spot, going faster each time. A few seconds later I couldn’t take anymore as his tongue was exploring every part of my core and sending me over the edge.
He pulled out his fingers and dislodged himself before pulling out his cock and sliding it over my opening to make it easier to slide in. I leaned my head back and held onto the wall for balance as he plunged inside me, grabbing my ass to pull me close to him to get a deep angle. Wrapping my arms around me, he picked me up while still thrusting and shoved me against a wall before kissing me sloppily.
I moaned lightly into him as he went faster, making me tremble in ecstasy for the second time as he pursed his lips in an “o” and bounced my hips on him. Finally he slowed down and pulled out, his cum shooting and fall on my thighs as he continued to hold me up. My breathing was hard as I leaned into him and he kissed my neck, occasionally nibbling on my skin. My legs grew weak from his work, and held onto him to avoid falling to the floor as he pulled away and held me up.
The smirk back on his face, he bent down and picked me up, carrying me out to the large room and out to the car. Throwing me in the passenger seat, he went around and started the car, accelerating fast as I tried to keep my head from spinning. Unfortunately Niall had other plans, still tugging on himself as he drove before suddenly reaching over and forcing me to go down on him.
He kept a firm grasp on me as I sucked diligently on him, running my tongue and bobbing up and down. I played with his balls as I took all of him down my throat, making him swear and swerve the car. I continued until we stopped, sitting back up as I felt the car stop and he turned the ignition. He got out rapidly, dragging me across the seat with him as we made our way to the door of a house. He shoved the door in, closing it as soon as I made it across the doorway, facing me and smirking.
“You’re going to regret ever coming back to me.” He snarled, yanking me against him and kissing me roughly, his tongue forcing it’s way in my mouth. Tired of his antics, I tried pushing him away, but that only seemed to drive him as he wrapped an arm around me, our hips pressing hard against another. I could feel him growing harder again, and he grabbed one of my hands, making me stroke him through the thick demin.
“Let’s see you try and run away now.” He moaned into me, pulling away and shoving me onto the couch nearby. At this point I was afraid of Niall, unsure of what to make of this side of him, whether he was drunk or strung out. He slid his shirt off and pulled mine off afterward, turning me over on my stomach and pinning my arms down. Fumbling with his belt, he pushed his jeans down, revealing his bulging cock again and guiding himself in. I groaned and clenched my eyes shut at the deep angle as he gripped my ass and began pounding me hard.
I could feel his hands tighten around my wrists and hips as he kept going, fucking me as hard and senselessly as he could. He swore a string of words as I felt my stomach tense and him twitch as this time he released inside me. I felt sweat trickling down my back as he slowed down, now making little deep thrusts as he breathed heavily. He then pulled out and forced me back down and turned me over. My chest heaved as I felt my core throbbing from him stretching and filling me. He got up and put his jeans on, taking a cigarette and lighting it, blowing smoke all around me as he leaned in.
“Nice to have you back.” He growled before taking another drag and walking out of the room, leaving me and pulling out a little clear bag of white powder. I sat up and pulled my jeans back up, following him into the kitchen, stumbling slightly. He had piled the white substance into neat little rows, looking up at me as I walked in, my eyes on him.
“What are you doing?” I said in a small voice, and he laughed at little too loudly, focusing back on me, his pupils thin.
“Something new. Try it.” I said nothing but walked over to where he had the neat white lines, little grains sparkling in the light as he took out a dollar bill and rolled it. He held it to his nose and inhaled one of the white strips, exhaling hard as he closed his eyes. He reopened them a few seconds later, a content but wild look in his eyes. Holding out the rolled dollar to me, I took it hesitantly and followed his suit, inhaling the substance.
It burned a motherfucker as it traveled up my nostrils, but as it began to work its way in my lungs, I felt the room and my inhibitions slow dramatically. Niall watched me intently from his own bloodshot eyes, and I felt pleasantly content, a smile creeping on my face. I leaned over the table towards him and decided to tease him by grabbing my breasts, tugging on them playfully. He lingered his eyes over me as I laughed and inhaled, the crystals still working their way down.
Suddenly he was next to me, pulling my bra down and sucking on my nipple, his hands fondling my ass. I smiled and let him have his way, my body calming and relaxing at his touch. Tugging lightly on his hair, I let him know that I wanted more, and he responded by lifting me on the counter and snogging me.
Circling my hips against him, I couldn’t stop myself but to tease him, driving him to press harder against me. Growling low in his throat, he pulled away and ripped my jeans off before rubbing my clit furiously. I arched my back and moaned softly as he unbuttoned his jeans and threw my right leg over his shoulder, making me sideways. I locked eyes with him as he thrust slowly inside, driving me insane that he wasn’t going as fast as he usually does.
“Fuck me hard, and fuck me good.” I begged him, and he smirked, dragging me closer to him and forcing himself as fiercely as he could. I cried out from his size and the pleasure, my body shaking from the drug and his thrusts. Relentlessly he kept going, spreading both my legs and leaning forward to kiss my fervent skin. Unsure if the effect of the drug or orgasm was kicking in, I felt a wave of pure bliss wash over as I cried out. He pulled out soon after, collapsing onto me as we lay in a heap of heavy breathing and sweat glistening our bodies.
Dragging me off the table, he carried me over to a bedroom and flopped over onto it, making me lay on top of him as we caught our breathes. Sensing his hint, I leaned backward and slid him inside, circling my pelvis and ass as he held onto my ankles. He swore under his breath as I bounced my hips up and down on him, our skin burning from the frequent contact.
As we kept going, I could see his abs tensing and his grip tightening as he approached orgasm again. Challenging myself, I leaned forward on all fours and bounced as rough and fast as I could, my stamina wearing as I felt him twitch inside me. He massaged the soft skin on my ass as I slowed down and lay back against him, the high fading as the room began to spin. I was too drugged to noticed that he put his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
Closing my eyes, I lay next to him as we drifted over into a induced sleep, our arms tangled around each other as darkness came over.

Written by: slylou.tumblr.com