We Are Not the Enemy

When the door closed, Elijah just sat down on the stool next to the bed. He just stared at Keagan, who lay unmoving on the bed. "You're pretty quiet for someone drugged with a roofie. Aren't you going to beg for it even once? Or are you daydreaming about someone fucking you already?"

Keagan just felt like her entire body went numb. Her body felt dead, but her ears could register the words coming out of his mouth. "…I won't remember anything afterward, right? I won't have to agonize hearing your voice again… mapping your hands on me…"

"I'm not going to hold you unless it's because you're thrashing around like you're having a seizure. I have to say… it's scary to watch." Elijah sat around uncomfortably, looking around as if he left his smokes somewhere. He just ducked to pick something up from the floor, dust it, and held it between his lips. "Did you think you'd never see me again?"