She reached for it, hoping to grab it and either throw it across the room or smash it and break it open. It wasn’t a good plan because he could easily have more of the drug, but she was freaking out. She couldn’t think past her fear.

Her hand landed on the needle first, but his landed on top of hers. He gripped her hand, tightening her fingers around the syringe.

Then he stood, dragging her out of her chair. He was so big standing next to her. It had been foolish challenging him so soon after she’d decided it was safer to play his game. But he was creepy and terrifying! How could she just sit here and listen to him explain how he was going to drug her and do whatever he wanted to her?

“Wh-what are you going to do?” she gasped, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand away from him.

“I’m going to give you this drug,” he said calmly, using her own hand to lift the syringe and move it toward her neck. She tried to flinch back, but he moved with her, using his body to crowd her until her back hit the window next to the table. “I’m giving it to you for two reasons. First, you need to learn that I will always do as I say. And second, you need to see that any and all defiance will be dealt with swiftly.”

“Please, don’t!” she gasped, shoving at him with her free hand.

Ignoring her struggles, he pushed her face to the side, squishing her against the glass. She was forced to look out across the London cityscape as he pushed the needle into her neck. Seconds later, he released her.

She would have collapsed to the floor, but he gripped her under her arms and moved her back to her chair. Everything swam around her as the drug took effect, rushing through her system and weakening her muscles. With each passing second, she lost more and more motor function.

She tried to lift her hand, but her arm flopped against her side. Slowly, as each muscle shut down, her body slid in the chair until her head was lolling against the back and her arms hung at her sides.

Volkan crouched next to her, brushing the hair from her face. “I suspected we were going to have to do it this way, so I prepared for your lack of cooperation.”

I hate you! she screamed at him in her head. You’re a monster. This isn’t love. This is some twisted, disgusting, perverted way of taking control of my life.

Yasmin hated him with every fibre of her being. She was completely helpless and the monster who trapped her in her own body could do whatever he wanted to her.