There was a ding, then the elevator doors opened.
He threw me over his shoulder, knocking the wind from my lungs.
I gasped, struggling to breathe as I clung helplessly to his back, trying in vain to free myself from his iron grip.
He stepped into the elevator, and as the doors closed, all hope of being saved seemed to fade. David held me over his shoulder easily, using his free hand to stroke my leg.
My skin felt so overheated that the coolness of his touch was pleasant. A shiver went through me and I felt disgusted with myself.
“Have you figured it out yet?” he asked, watching the numbers change as the elevator rose.
I tried to lift myself to look at him, but I couldn’t.
“It’s not exactly the same as the drug that you slipped to Amanda, but it’s similar. S
