I knew from the second I tasted it I was doomed. As soon as the deathly sweet liquid passed through the barriers of my lips, everything around me seemed to go into overdrive. The pounding of the music was like the pounding of my heart in my head and the feeling of my stomach in my chest as it was trying to race past it to release its contents.The smell of alcohol that seemed to intensify 100 fold made that feeling all the worse. The humidity of so many people around me dancing, sweating, and drinking with their friends. I couldn't take it. I had to get out. I had to escape. But my body was frozen. It wasn't my own anymore. Not even my thoughts as my head began to fill with the desire for the one who caused all this. The one who gave me the sugary drug. As the last sparks of my free will began to flicker out, I had one thought left that left my lips but inevitably evaporated from the air and my mind for no one could hear me cry,

"Why?"

And just like that. I was all theirs......

but isn't that how it should be.....

Author's note: This is a continuation of awkward. The prompt was to write what your favorite color tastes like. My favorite color is pink and usually it's associated with sweet things but i didn't want it to be cliche so i thought what if it was really sweet like in a bad way.......like a love potion. And then i remembered my teachers feed back where she said interested how kevin could take a darker side with how eager he is. So yeah this was born. Although no one really got that part so that's why I'm explaining it lol.