A Dark Romance
I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection.
"I...need the medicine."
"No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?"
The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..."
"Say you need me."
"I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!"
He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.
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