Prologue
Soft talking clouded Max's hearing, she didn't know where she was. She started to stir, and whimper.
A click was heard.
"Shh… No it's okay." a voice spoke to her, holding her head down until she stopped struggling. It wasn't very long, whatever made her this way was clearly holding her back from doing anything physical.
It's so cold… where am I? She thinks. It's the first thing she's thought of in a while. She shivered, only now realizing her hands were bound together. By what, she didn't know.
"Chloe…?" she whispers.
And a voice whispers back. "No, Maxine. Maybe I need to give you a new dose…" the last part was quieter than when they said her name.
"Who..?" the other voice in the room chuckled. And now, she realized that another person was in the room. She draws out her questions, unable to speak properly.
"Please… don't…" the spaces are long, it's hard to think and she doesn't know why. Did they say dose? Did they… drug me?
The last thing she remembers is going to the Vortex Club party, getting some water and feeling woozy. The water… she remembers, the cap was already opened, so something was-
Even her thoughts were cut off, as all the warmth that was left in her body, which wasn't very much in the first place, left her. It was replaced by an icy cold liquid that made her sleepy…
Sleepy…
So, so, sleepy…
Before she was out completely, she recalls laughing, and people trying to shove her onto others. Specifically boys, and had her make out with them. She was so out of it she didn't even know what was going on. She saw lights… and phones in her face.
I'm dreaming. Nothing to worry about.
Nothing.
At.
All.
She was out cold now.