For a moment, time froze as Harlow felt the bitter juice slide down her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn't. They held her too firmly.
Tears welled up in her eyes, trickling silently down her cheeks.
"Set the camera. It's showtime," the leader commanded, his voice cold and unfeeling. The others moved quickly to follow his orders.
"Where do we drop this one?" one of the men asked, nudging Ava's unconscious form sprawled on the floor.
"I don't care. Toss her in the bedroom or something," the leader replied with a dismissive wave. The man nodded, hoisting Ava up and disappearing with her into the shadows.
Harlow sat in a still, fragile silence. For now, she felt disturbingly calm, but she knew it wouldn't last. Soon, the drugs would hit. She knew exactly how this worked. How it always worked.
