Chapter 112: The effect of the drug
Theodore stumbled into his car, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. With trembling fingers, he fumbled for his phone, finally managing to dial Gary’s number. The phone rang a few times before connecting.
"Gary!" he rasped, his voice hoarse and strained. "I’m drugged. Help me."
"What?" Gary exclaimed, shocked. "You were alright when I left the mansion. How did this happen?"
"Stop asking questions," Theodore snapped, his annoyance growing. "Just help me."
"Where are you?" Gary asked.
"I just came out of the mansion," Theodore replied, his attention focused on navigating the car out of the gate.
"Are you driving?" Gary asked frantically, worry clouding his features.
"Or else?" Theodore spat. "I can’t stay there where Gina is around. She is so clingy. It’s a trap, Gary."
"Okay, I get it, but you shouldn’t be driving in that condition," Gary warned him. "Park the car and wait for me. I’ll be there right away."
"Be quick." Theodore managed to say, a sharp pain shooting through his head. The drug was already taking its toll, his vision blurring and his senses fading. He knew it was dangerous to drive. With a shaky hand, he tossed the phone onto the dashboard and pulled over to the side of the road.
"Fuck, this is too hot," he groaned, unbuttoning his shirt in a desperate attempt to cool down. The heat surged through him, unbearable and relentless, and his body ached for release. Each passing minute was a struggle to resist the overwhelming urge to succumb to the drug’s effects.
Thankfully, Gary arrived within minutes and knocked on the window, startling him. Through the blurred vision, Theodore could barely make out the figure. "Gary?" he asked warily to confirm.