"Michael..." I whisper as I struggle to keep my eyes open."Michael, did you... Did you put something in my drink?" I ask as I struggle to stand up, but he doesn't let me stand and pushes me back into the seat. His phone rings, and he takes the call."Hello, yes.""I have everything under control.""Yes, I got her confession," he says. He ends the call after a few seconds and turns his gaze to me."How do you feel? Do you feel sleepy?""You put something in my drink," I mutter."No, I didn't. You bought the wine, remember? Well, I spiked your cup, not your wine. You'll fall asleep shortly. The drug is pretty powerful. Do not try to fight it. It's not good for you to fight it. You'll only end up hurting yourself," he says.Why? Why would he drug my drink? Why?Is it because I turned him down? Is it because of how I embarrassed him at the restaurant a few days ago? Just why? Why?!Anyway, this is not the time to ask those questions. I need to figure out a way to leave before he harms me
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