Turk left the room in a huff, and for a few moments I reveled in my small triumph.
How do you like Tibby, now, I thought.
He returned with another syringe. With my head still in a daze, i was hard-pressed to make out its contents.
I sighed, “No more,” I said.
“It shuts you up,” Turk spat.
“What did Marcus want?” the question stopped Turk in his tracks. “That WAS him on the phone wasn’t it.”
“He’s sendin’ me to fetch ya boyfriend. Sorry bastard ain’t non-too happy without ya. He may be lookin’ to comp some revenge,”
My lips parted in a laugh, that was quickly twisted in a grimace, as Turk jabbed the needle in to my right arm and depressed the plunger. Whatever it was burned into my arm, and up my neck, and I fought too keep my mind focused; to keep my eyes trained on him.
My lips and my tongue went numb.
“If you bring Charlie here; the two of us, together, will burn this place down and I’ll make sure you burn in it,”
“Shut up, bitch!” Turk swung at me again.
And again, I felt nothingness take me over.