STOLEN

I must have put them on. I dont know how. Then you took your top off. Before you put a a different shirt on, I stuck my hand out and felt your back. Warm and firm. I dont know what i was thinking or even if i was bu t i remembered needing to touch you. I remembered that feeling if your skin. It strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it. You did other things too, put something scratchy on my head and something dark over my eyes. I moved slowly. My brain couldnt keep up. There was dull thus of something landing in a bin. There was something slimy on my lips. Lipstick. You gave me a chocolate by shoved with your tongue into my mouth. I miss the taste of your lips on my lips. Creepy right?
Things got even more confusing then. When i looked down, I couldnt see my feet. When we started to walk, it felt like i was just walking on the stumps of my legs. I started to panic but you put your ar round me. Warm and solid....safe. I shut my eyes and tried to think. I couldnt remember where i left my bag. I couldnt remember anything.
People surrounded us. You pushed me into the middle of a crowd. You must have thought of everything, a ticket, a new passport, our route through, how to get past security. Was it the most carefully planned steal ever, or just luck? I t cant have been easy to get me through bangkok airport and onto a different plane without anyone knowing not even me.
You kept feeding me chocolates. That rich, dark taste....always in my mouth, clinging to my teeth. Before you, i loved chocolate. Now even the smell make s me sick. I blacked out after the third. I was sitting somewhere, leaning up against you. I was cold and i needed your body heat. You murmured something to someone else about me. "Too much drink" you said "Were celebrating"
Then we were crammed in a toilet cubicle. There was the shoot of air as the contents of the loo were sucked away beneath me. And we were walking again. Another airport, maybe. More people...the smell of flowers, sweet, tropical and fresh as if it had just rained. And it was dark. Night time. But no cold. As you dragged me through a car park, I started to wake up. I started fighting you. I tried to scream but you took me behind a truck and pushed a cloth over my mouth. The world went hazy again. I sank back into you. All i remember after that is the numbed-out jolt and sway of being in a car. The engine grumbled on forever.
But what i do remember is the waking-up part. And the heat. It clawed at my throat, and tried to stop me breathing. It made me want to black out again. And then there was the pain. . . the nausea.

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