Excerpt from Leftovers
As he finished his wine, she reached out her hand for his glass.
“Want some more?” she asked coyly.
“I don’t think so. I’m starting….to feel a little….dizzy.” Stephen’s head began to shift side to side, and his eyes began to droop.
“One more wouldn’t hurt.” She studied his expression. He tried looking around, but his head rocked back and forth.
“No. I sh-sh-shouldn’t.” She watched him moving in and out of reality. Stephen’s eyesight went from dark to light to dark again. He couldn’t fixate his gaze.
Melissa sat up straight and let out a sigh.
“It’s the rohypnol, darling. I can’t have you awake. Not for what I’m about to do to you.” She brushed his dangling hair from his eyes and then gazed out into the living room with a dreamy-eyed smile.
“You were perfect. No friends, just moved here, slowly moving up in the world. A real catch. I would’ve been crazy to let you get away from me.” She looked over and noticed he was trying to say something. She leaned in closer to his mouth, and he only had the strength to utter one word.
Stephen dropped the glass on the floor, and his grasp on reality was forever gone. She leaned in and observed him to make sure he was completely out.
“Helloooo? Anybody home?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. Nothing.
She closed in and whispered in his ear. “And I believe you…are…out.”
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, picked up his glass, and went to the kitchen to clean up the leftovers. Even through his unconsciousness, she carried on her conversation.
“I was really hesitant to invite you over so quickly, but you just had a humble air about you. You had all the characteristics I look for. Young, naïve, eager. I knew you wouldn’t say no to me. Most guys like you don’t.”