StephanieI have never done drugs. Even on nights out with my friends, my hangovers could only be so intense because I was too poor to actually drink the good stuff. Hunger, on the other hand, is a pain that I am used to.Nothing, however, could prepare me for the pain in my head as my eyes opened, trying to adjust to the pitch-black darkness. My muscles were tense. I feared rigor mortis was setting in. I could hardly move. My eyes felt heavy, like all they wanted to do was close again.I let out a small groan, trying to move, but my body wouldn't respond."Where am I?" For a fleeting second, I could convince myself that I was in Jake's penthouse suite, the sounds of the London traffic faint beneath the many floors below where people were milling about. How his warm arms would hold me tight and tell me to go back to sleep or he would make me.A small smile tugged at my lips, but I wasn't in my bed, nor was Jake holding me. The harsh, cold metal pressed into my skin and bones, complete
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