“Lavender Remains” chapter 9

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⛔ WARNING ⛔

Explicit non-con and violence in this story! Violence in this chapter. Read at own risk!

Chapter 9: “Interference”

The whorl in the plank wall was still wobbly and moving in waves along with everything else, leaving James confused and wondering if he was passing out. But somehow his mind was clinging on to reality even though he wished for it to just snap and turn black, sparing him from this. But no, he was painfully present, yet his mind was hazy and oddly detached from everything. The man's hands were rough as he was dressing him, mocking comments flowing from his mouth in what seemed like an endless loop. James didn't really care though. Indistinctly he was thinking about what was going to happen now. Surely no one could smuggle someone onto a plane or force them onto one against their will? Blinking slowly James realized that the man - now on top of him - was uncuffing one of his wrists. As the tiny key slid into one of the locks the man hesitated for a moment and looked down at him, a threatening look spreading on his broad face.

"Don't get any ideas now," he said and bared his teeth in a grin as he lifted something up in front of James' face. For a moment he couldn't at all make out what it was, it was just a mess of blurry lines. He blinked and as his vision adjusted itself to the short distance he was able to make out a syringe with some light yellow liquid inside it. It had an orange safety device on top, concealing the needle. Suddenly feeling nauseous he swallowed dryly, grimacing a little when the man cupped his cheek with his free hand.