Fifty

“How are you feeling?” Amira walked back into the living room to check on Jasmine.

Jasmine said nothing; her eyes were closed and she buried her face into the couch. By this time she had stopped calling Donovan. He didn't pick up and she assumed he was still angry at her.

“I see the drug is already working.” Amira smiled and walked closer to her. Jasmine gently moved her face to her, surprised by her words. It was really the orange juice; she spiked the orange juice.

“W..why.” Jasmine's voice gently sounded, the drug working deeper and deeper in her.

“Because I want you and love you.” Amira moved her hand to her body and started to slide through her skin which made Jasmine moan.

She wanted it, she wanted the touch and the pleasure that rippled through her. Suddenly, it felt like her body didn't belong to her, her body was acting on its own. Allowing things she would never have wanted.

“What... What did you do to me?!” Jasmine used all of her strength to move away from Amira’s tou