Chapter 2

"You're so loud! Looks like we didn't give you enough!" the electronic voice hissed, sinister.

A pink gas sprayed out, a sickeningly sweet scent filling my nostrils, and my fingertips tingled.

Adrian turned, his eyes fixed on me, pupils mere pinpricks.

My body trembled, and a shameful anticipation stirred within me.

"Don't breathe it in!" He rushed towards me, covering my mouth and nose with his hand.

His hand was terrifyingly hot, his thumb brushing my lips with an almost aggressive feel.

I instinctively leaned into his embrace, his face inches from mine, his breath a fiery inferno of the drug's scent.

The comments section exploded:

[FINALLY SOME ACTION! HOLD HER TIGHT!]

[HIS HAND'S GOING TO CRUSH HER FACE!]

Adrian's fingers tightened abruptly, and I let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Sorry." He let go suddenly, stumbling back and hitting the door. A sharp edge on the door sliced his forearm, and blood welled up.

I gasped.

"Don't be scared!" He dug his fingers into the wound, a primal roar escaping him like a trapped beast, forcing himself to stay lucid and away from me.

The comments were vicious:

[BLEEDING FOR SYMPATHY?]

[LET HER LICK IT CLEAN!]

I wasn't doing well either. The drug was devouring my will, creeping through my veins.

I bit my tongue, fighting the rising tide of desire. My skin crawled with an unbearable sensation, wanting to draw closer to the source of the intoxicating scent.

Adrian's wound was still bleeding, staining half his sleeve red.

I tore off the lace hem of my dress. "Use this to bandage it." My voice was trembling as I offered it to him.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild animal's. His gaze first fell on the strip of fabric, then on me.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he grabbed it, and a tingling jolt shot through me.

My mind screamed at me to push him away, but my body only wanted to burrow into his arms.

"Please... no, Adrian." I bit my lip, enduring the pain.

The comments section erupted:

[FINALLY GETTING HANDS-ON! PIN HER AGAINST THE WALL!]

Tears streamed down my face onto his hand. He flinched, as if burned.

He let go, gasping for air as he retreated two steps. "I'm sorry! No need for a bandage."

We both knew: to surrender was to become an animal, to couple in front of a thousand mocking eyes, our video sold for profit.

The price would be endless agony and regret.