Juta coughs violently. Why did he even think that Ruto would ever do anything good for him?
"What the h-hell did you give me?!" Bile rises from his stomach, and he tries desperately to purge the drug before it takes full effect.
Yet he can only feel his body growing weaker, and weaker. Ruto's next words confirm his worst suspicions.
"I'm sure you've already guessed. It's simply something to help you relax for what's coming. You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
Juta's heart clenches, a bone-deep chill spreading through him at the dark gleam in Ruto's eyes.
He despises how Ruto doesn't try to hide that he finds him being this pathetic entertaining.
Juta makes a fist of the sheets, desperate to hold on to anything solid.
"After all, the more relaxed you are, the sooner we can achieve our goal, isn't it?"
