5. Spiked

"Krystie, I think you should slow down already, you have already taken a whole bottle and you're already tipsy. It is not your fault that he cheated on you, it's because he was a fool," Mark reached out to the bottle that she was drowning.

Krystie had been crying, lamenting how she had caused an end to their relationship because she hadn't given her boyfriend any attention as she was always busy with work. She had also claimed that she had already moved on from him, and that she didn't care anymore.

Mark and Chloe were not fools to not have realized that no matter how much Krystie acted like she didn't care at all and that she had already moved on from Alex, the truth remained that she was still so much in love with him, and even her act of kissing a stranger was only to provoke Alex, she still cared and that was what hurt her the most.

At the moment Krystie was very drunk, and for some unknown reason she was feeling uncomfortably dizzy and nauseous, excusing herself from the table, she drunkenly staggered to the washroom.

Chloe wanted to escort her but Krystie had insisted on going alone, she claimed that she was okay and could manage it on her own. In the real sense, Krystie wanted to give Mark and Chloe some alone time together. Krystie was not a fool to not have noted the way Mark looked at her sister, she was sure Mark felt something for her.

As Krystie made her way to the washroom, her steps faltered and her movements became unsteady. The dimly lit hallway stretched out before her, her staggered steps clearly showing how drunk she was.

Krystie's head spun with dizziness, and she grasped onto the wall for support, her fingers tracing the rough texture as she struggled to maintain her balance, her knee joints felt too weak to support her.

With each step, Krystie's vision blurred, the edges of her surroundings melting into obscurity. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast strange patterns across her field of view, adding to the disorientation that clouded her mind, she could not clearly make things out.

As she approached the washroom door, a sense of unease washed over her, crawling beneath her skin like a thousand tiny insects, she felt as if she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, and a shiver ran down her spine, sending a chill through her veins.

With trembling hands, Krystie reached out to push open the door, the creaking hinges breaking the silence of the empty hallway. The washroom beyond lay in darkness, a void waiting to swallow her whole. She hesitated, the fear gnawing at her insides, but the urgent call of nature spurred her forward.

Stepping into the washroom, the stale scent of disinfectant assaulted her senses. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rapid rhythm that matched the frantic pace of her thoughts.

And then, without warning, it happened.

A figure emerged from the shadows, swift and silent like a predator stalking its prey. Krystie's breath caught in her throat as she turned to face her attacker, her eyes widening in terror when three more figures emerged from nowhere and stood before her, their masculine figures and physique patronizing her making her cower in fear.

Slowly, Stella took a slow unsteady step backward, hoping for the walk to open up so that she could find a way out.

One thing that made her tremble with each reverse step, was the way they watched her. The mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips made her only expect the worst. They were very ready to pounce on their prey.

She silently blamed herself for drinking too much, and of course, she was a doctor so obviously she knew what had happened to her, she must have been spiked, and only two culprits that she could think of, Cassandra and Alex.

It was not time to start regretting, so she acted strong, with one determination in her mind, no matter what she would never allow those filthy-looking men to do anything to her.

With a gasp, she tried to resist, but they grabbed her forcefully, their rough hands gripping her arms roughly. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled against their hold, her screams drowned out by their laughter and grunts. She could only hear the echo of her gentle screams, she was helpless to even scream out loud.

With each tug and pull tore at her dress, it made the fabric give way under the strain, her collarbones at their exposure. Frantically, she clawed at anything within her reach, to cover her half-naked body in their display, but their grip remained unyielding. Her mind raced with fear and confusion, thoughts fragmented by the chaos unfolding around her, tears forming at the corners of her eyes due to the overwhelming fear that tugged at her heart.

Krystie fought to retain her dignity, kicking hard, her spirit unbroken despite the overwhelming odds. But with each passing moment, her strength waned, and the darkness threatened to consume her.

As they carried her from the washroom, her world blurred into a nightmare she couldn't wake from. The echoes of her struggle reverberated through the empty corridors, her gentle echoes mocking her for being helpless.

Krystie internally said the Lord's prayer, a silent plea to the heavens for someone, anyone, to intervene and rescue her from the clutches of her assailants. She could never think of having her first night given to strangers, not willingly, but as a result of rape, she would never forgive herself for that.

Krystie had encountered lots of patients in the hospital who were traumatized as a result of rape, or whatsoever, it didn't sit well with her to think of herself as a victim of the same, that would ruin her life completely.

As consciousness slipped away, Krystie's last thoughts were of the looming figure standing over her, a sinister silhouette against the backdrop of her fading reality. And then, everything went black.