I stared at the champagne flute in Brandon’s hand, unable to stop the ache that rose in my chest
“I’m still pregnant,” I said, my voice trembling. “You want me to drink alcohol?”
He waved it off with a casual shrug.
“It’s just a glass of champagne. I already cleared it with the doctor–eight months in, the baby’s stable. A little sip won’t hurt.”
I pushed the glass away. “I’m not drinking it. I haven’t done anything wrong. Why should I apologize?”
Brandon’s expression darkened instantly.
Rachel, I’ve been patient enough tonight. Don’t push me.”
Madison stepped in, her voice syrupy sweet. “Don’t be so harsh, Brandon. She’s still pregnant, you’ll scare her.‘
She handed me a glass of water, blinking innocently. “Here, Rachel. Just some water to help you calm down. Brandon didn’t mean to sound so intense.”
I looked down at the clear liquid, my fingers tightening around the glass.
“If I drink this… can I leave?”
Before anyone could answer
I brought it to my lips and swallowed.
The warmth slid down my throat–and then the heat hit. My skin prickled, my limbs grew heavy, and a crawling sensation spread across my body, like something was burrowing beneath my skin, eating me alive.
“What did you give me?” I asked, panic rising as my legs gave out beneath me.
I collapsed into someone’s arms.
Through my haze, I saw Carter’s twisted smile. His hands were already on me, roaming freely.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “Now this is way better. That sedative crap made her dead weight. This- this is more fun.”
I heard Madison’s laughter before I saw her.
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“That’s the newest stuff from overseas,” she said, beaming. “It’s called ‘Obedience Serum.‘ Makes Chapter 4
people forget everything and do whatever you say. Tonight? She’s all yours. No limits And tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing.”
“Let me go,” I managed to choke out, the last scrap of my awareness burning in my throat
But my limbs were useless. My voice was fading. All I could do was turn toward Brandon, silently begging him to stop this,
He didn’t even blink.
He just glanced at Carter and said coldly, “Take it easy. She’s still pregnant. We can’t afford to lose the bet.”
I stared at him in stunned silence.
“You’re going to regret this,” I whispered.
Madison clung to his arm, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh please. You’ll wake up tomorrow and still be my perfect sister–in–law. That’s the beauty of the serum.”
Carter leaned in close, his face twisted in anticipation.
“Good girl,” he sneered. “Now get on your knees.”
And just like that, my body obeyed. I dropped, helpless, my mind still conscious enough to feel the last flickers of horror before everything went black.
In the darkness, I felt something tear me apart–body and soul. It was agony. Unrelenting. Total.
When I came to, I was lying on the floor.
Blood. So much blood. Pooling beneath me, staining everything red.
“Help…” I croaked, dragging myself toward the door, my fingers slipping in the mess.
I banged weakly on the door. “Please… help me…
“Quit faking,” someone muttered behind it. “You were moaning loud enough earlier. Get some sleep. You’ll forget everything by morning anyway.”
Brandon’s
voice followed a moment later. “Now that that’s done–let’s get started on round two.”
Then came the slam of the door as they locked me in again.
-nd crawled out.
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people forget everything and do whatever you say. Tonight? She’s all yours. No limits. And tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing.”
“Let me go,” I managed to choke out, the last scrap of my awareness burning in my throat.
But my limbs were useless. My voice was fading. All I could do was turn toward Brandon, silently begging him to stop this.
He didn’t even blink.
He just glanced at Carter and said coldly, “Take it easy. She’s still pregnant. We can’t afford to lose the bet.”
I stared at him in stunned silence.
“You’re going to regret this,” I whispered.
Madison clung to his arm, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh please. You’ll wake up tomorrow and still be,my perfect sister–in–law. That’s the beauty of the serum.”
Carter leaned in close, his face twisted in anticipation.
“Good girl,” he sneered. “Now get on your knees.”
And just like that, my body obeyed. I dropped, helpless, my mind still conscious enough to feel the last flickers of horror before everything went black.
In the darkness, I felt something tear me apart–body and soul. It was agony. Unrelenting. Total.
When I came to, I was lying on the floor.
Blood. So much blood. Pooling beneath me, staining everything red.
“Help…” I croaked, dragging myself toward the door, my fingers slipping in the mess.
I banged weakly on the door. “Please… help me…
“Quit faking,” someone muttered behind it. “You were moaning loud enough earlier. Get some sleep. You’ll forget everything by morning anyway.”
Brandon’s voice followed a moment later. “Now that that’s done–let’s get started on round two.”
Then came the slam of the door as they locked me in again.
Alone.
I clawed the door open with what little strength I had left and crawled out.
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A trail of crimson followed me–my blood streaking behind me like a twisted red carpet.
The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital room, the air thick with antiseptic.
“Miss Moore,” the nurse said softly, eyes filled with pity, “you lost the baby. Do you want us to arrange for the remains…?”
I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands.
“Call a courier,” I said flatly.
Meanwhile, Brandon and his buddies had partied the night away–completely forgetting about me.
It wasn’t until morning that someone reminded him I hadn’t come back.
Just as he stepped out of the Rosewood Elite Club, the manager rushed over.
“Mr. Whitmore, your wife was rushed to the hospital last night. She… she may lost the baby.”
Brandon froze.
And then, as if summoned by fate, a delivery man approached, holding a square box.
“Hi, are you Brandon Whitmore? I have a package that needs to be signed for personally.’
