Samuel Johnson was stunned, unable to comprehend how a single drug could have different effects on two people.
Amanda Smith looked at him with hatred, her anger making her want to scream, but then it was as if something was blocking her, and when she opened her mouth, she could only exhale moist, hot breath. Continuous hot sweat kept breaking out from her body, and within minutes, she felt as if all the moisture in her body would evaporate, leaving behind an indescribable emptiness.
She found her current sensations disgustingly unbearable. Drops of sweat slid down her cheeks, falling to the ground like tears. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist.
The moment their skin touched, it was as if lightning streaked up her spine, and she let out a feeble moan, her legs went weak, and she collapsed.
Her body no longer seemed to be her own, dominated by a void that needed to be filled, leaving nothing else, not even her reason, which dissolved into nothingness.