WARNING: NO CONSENT FOR SOME ACTIONS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!
Celeste's mouth curled into a smile. "You're having fun, aren't you?" she tried pushing another cocktail towards Calista.
As Calista's trembling hands reached for the glass, her head slumped and she found herself slowly slipping darkness. Celeste pressed her phone to her ear, "It's time," She hissed. "Get in here now."
Calista's foggy mind registered confusion. 'Time for what?" The question slowly slipped back into her tongue as a large hand clamped onto her shoulder. Her vision swarmed as she tried to protest.
"Let's go sweetheart," He growled into her ear as he yanked her off the stool.
Panic flared in her chest, but there was nothing she could do about it. "What is happening?" She tried asking, but her mouth couldn't utter the words. She slumped against the man's shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
