Chapter 17: Drug specimen

Sarah's POV

The past forty-eight hours have been pure torment for Sarah. From a plaything, bought to satiate every dark whim of her captor, to a guinea pig, subjected to test the potency of various hard drugs.

Potent enough to render her senseless within minutes. She doesn't need confirmation; she's an addict, perpetually yearning for the next experiment. But for some reasons, no one has come for her. She lies wasted on her oversized mattress. Naked. To quote the Don's cruel words, "Clothes are but an impediment."

She sniffs hard, a hysterical cry rising within. She craves more of that substance, that tiny stash she managed to smuggle from the testing room now depleted. Madness feels like an understatement.

Yet, there's one crucial thing the drug does: it fuels her craving, making her long for it even more. It grants her temporary reprieve from this unbearable reality. With every inhalation, she escapes to a glorious paradise. She surges from the bed, pounding her fists on the door.