Chapter 285
Daphne
That scent...it's too sweet.
Like syrup and heat and something underneath, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I blink my eyes open.
Light stabs through my skull. Pulsing music. Bodies moving, sweating, too close. A club.
Something is very, very wrong.
I stand up. My legs feel too long. The floor tilts.
I push through the crowd, shoulders brushing mine, someone grabbing my arm. I shove them off without looking.
Bathroom.
No.
My hands are shaking. I fumble with my belt, my fingers clumsy and thick. I pull my pants down just enough to see.
And there, where there should be nothing but softness, a curve I know, a part of me—
There's a dick.
My vision tunnels. The sweet smell floods my senses, and everything goes black.
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[Host.]
A voice. Distant. Metallic.
[Host.]
[Host, wake up.]
I drag my eyes open. The world is a blur of tile and neon light. Above me, a purple orb floats, pulsing softly.
