Chapter 33: Game.
"She... she sucked you dry!"
Natalie was wheezing, having spent the last few minutes laughing uncontrollably.
Mark was once again in the medical ward and this time he had a needle stabbed into his right arm with a tube connecting it to a blood bag. He was unable to move, forced to stare at the ceiling as his body slowly regained its vitality.
The one responsible for putting him into that state was right beside his bed. Lara could only keep her head lowered, shame causing her cheeks to be flushed red.
The thirst was getting unbearable so when the chance to satiate it presented itself, she didn't hesitate to take it. Turns out she underestimated her desires, and because of that Mark caught a glimpse of the pearly gates.
"I can't believe this!" The muscular woman continued to laugh. "You knew and still let it happen! Were you so turned on that you couldn't tell her no?"
Mark, unable to move his head, shifted his eyes in her direction.
"I'm sorry..." Lara said in a small voice. "I... I did not know how to hold back..."
"Well, good thing you stopped when you did." Another woman said as she walked past the Head General while looking at a clipboard. "You drank almost two liters. Since Mr. White is still recovering, that could've been fatal."
Mark was relieved to see a normal woman for once. She was of an average height and on the chubbier side, with skin as dark as it could get, and a mature face that wasn't too beautiful but wasn't ugly as well.
The light blue scrubs and the white lab coat she wore over them painted her as some kind of doctor.