"Shut up. We're not gonna get caught. Give me all the GHB you've got left. We'll get it all down her throat, she won't remember last year let alone last night."
"I'm out of it." Mercer grabbed Moe's shirt but quickly let go.
"Watch her. I'll go to my room. I've got plenty."
Veronica fumbled with the whistle in her hands, but they felt like lead and she could barely get it to her mouth. As she prepared to blow it, Mercer noticed and ran across the room, stepping down on her arm, hard. She tried to scream out in pain but Mercer crouched down and put his hand over her mouth.
"Nice try Veronica, but you're mine now. I would have thought you'd be excited. You're single now, aren't you? I could be your rebound guy." He chuckled to himself as he motioned Moe over to take his place.
"Make sure she doesn't make any noise at all. If she tries anything then hit her. If anything. Anything. Goes wrong then it's on you, and you're a dead man. Got it?"
"Yes sir." Moe said, shivering slightly. He liked Veronica. He thought she seemed nice but he valued his own life too much to let her get away. Mercer stood up and left, hobbling from the wound in his leg, but trying to move as quickly as he could. As he walked to his room he thought of Logan. Poor guy probably wouldn't be too happy to find out his ex got raped. He probably still had feelings for the bitch. He would feel so guilty, like if he had still been there for her it wouldn't have happened. It wasn't true of course, Mercer had wanted Veronica and he always got what he wanted. He smiled. He had never been more excited in his life.