Zary wanted to fight back, to struggle, to run. If she could, she would want to punch and kick and shove this man to the ground. But her body was behaving strangely. She felt like she was under an influence of a strong drug. Her body keep getting hotter and her limbs suddenly started weakening to the point that she could not control it.
“What did you… do to me? Did you… drug me?!!” she started to slur as she spoke, speaking as though she was drunk.
“I just injected you with some interesting stuff.” He smirked. The way that he looked at her, the way he spoke and touched her – all of it were sending warning bells ringing in her head. There were no signs of the Aron that she had known at all. This almost felt like some kind of evil entity had possessed and took control of him, if that even make any sense at all. Yes, it was nonsensical. Completely and utterly ridiculous, but she just could not believe that this man she was looking at right now was the same Aron that she knew.
