Killers

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Where am I?

Think.

Think.

Think…

Lucy opened her eyes to a blurry brightness.

Couldn’t feel a thing but the weight of her eyelids.

Her first conscious thought was that she’d been drugged, and if that was the case, this made only the third time she’d lowered her guard enough to let that happen. Normally, she didn’t party with guys she picked up. Sure, she’d sip a beer, pretend to take a toke off a joint-never inhaled-but for her, inebriation itself was worthless. She’d never understood what people saw in getting stoned and drunk. It only dulled the senses, and for her, intensity was everything.

If they’d drugged her, then they’d probably raped her and beat the shit out of her, too.

And she wouldn’t begrudge them if they had.

Good for them.

This wasn’t her first rodeo, and if someone had found a way to slip something into a drink or otherwise incapacitate her before she did the same to them…

Then kudos.

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