--Lotties point of view--

Shivering I pulled my cloak up around me. Sheltering my bare flesh from the cold winter breeze. Willing every inch of my body not to give in, not to cry. Terrified I forced my chin against the battered flesh of my calf's ,watching the dark red droplets trickling down my leg onto the wooden panels .His hand gently running along the open wound, and up to my jaw. Something inside me dead already; I stayed still. "W......w...what's happening??" I tried to blurt out, but my voice slurred uncontrollably with panic. I watched him slip his hand gently into his pocket. Clutching at a small rag. It was crumpled in a heap, but still dripping wet. Before I had time to react he was holding it over my mouth. Gagging me. I should have screamed. Cried out for help, but I didn't, I just sat watching it all happen. Like it wasn't me, like I was just looking down upon my own still body. It was the smell that dragged me kicking and screaming back to reality. Like stale acid or.... I stopped thinking trying ,desperately to keep my weary eyes open.

My mind locking me out.

I had been drugged.

I was as good as dead now.