You quietly try sneaking away from Justin. Knowing he drugged your drink, you know you need to get out of here. You're almost at the door when Justin hits you in the back and you fall to the ground
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
You stuttered looking up to him. "Le- leaving?"
Justin laughed "Yeah, right. You're not leaving. You're my new slave."
"I- I am?" I was still looking up at him. His muscles were still coated with sweat from the concert and his muscles were much bigger in person than the pictures would portray.
He kicked me in the side and I laid there seething in pain.
"Of course you are, you dumb bitch. You're going to do everything I say and you are going to love it because you know you're not worthy to serve a God like me.
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