[Trigger warning: This chapter contains scenes of attempted sexual assault by way of date rape drug. Please read at own discretion.]

The bathroom is cleaner than his bedroom at least. I untie my hoodie from around my waist frowning at it as I find, it too, is drenched in beer. I set it on the closed toilet lid in a wad then bend down to open the cabinet under the sink and pull out a hand towel. As I stand, I get a small head rush. I exhale slowly as I brace my hands at the edge of the counter. I feel even more tired now than I did when I was in the basement. Maybe the soda was caffeine free, because I'm definitely not getting any second wind from it.

I wet half of the small towel under the faucet and wringe it out. I wipe it along the back side of my neck as I clean off the sticky residue the beer has left on my skin. Setting down the towel, I go to lift my cami up over my body, but it halts just above my waist. I groan in frustration as the sticky shirt refuses to move higher.

"Everything okay in there?" I hear CJ's voice from the other side of the door.

"Yeah I'm fine." I start to lie, then decide to just admit my defeat. "Actually no, I- my shirt is stuck."

"You need some help?"

Normally, I'd be against some guy I just met seeing me in my bra, but I'm honestly too tired to care and just don't want to smell like beer anymore. And the sooner I get cleaned up, the sooner I can be back in my dorm and I can go to sleep. I open the door to him and look at him with my tired half-lidded eyes.

"I feel like a tired two year old that can't dress herself-" I pause in thought, "or rather, undress herself." I correct. CJ just chuckles.

"Well, let's get you cleaned up alright? Arms up." I obey easily, flopping my arms above my head.

He moves closer and grabs the hem of my shirt on either side of my waist and starts to peel the wet fabric up, up, up until it blocks my sight of him for a moment as it passes over my head. My cami joins my hoodie on the toilet as he tells me to turn around, I oblige.

He takes the damp towel and gently begins to clean the sticky skin on my back. He starts at the base of my neck and around my shoulders, slowly making his way down my spine. My eyes unintentionally drift closed as I sigh. It's always nice to have someone take care of you. But then the towel is replaced by something warm, his mouth.

"CJ? What are you-"

"Mmm your skin is so soft." He hums, his lips at the juncture where my neck and shoulder meet. His hands at my waist. As flattering as his advance is, it's not exactly welcomed.

"Um, I think there was a misunderstanding." I try to pull away as he turns me to face him, our fronts pressed against each other. "I really appreciate your help, but I really just wanted to clean up and get back to my dorm. I'm really tired." I try to reason with him.

"You can crash here." He counters as he moves his lips to the front of my neck and his hands start to travel my sides.

I press my palms to his chest and try to push him back, but tiredness begins to overwhelm me. My arms start to feel weak as I fail to push him away and I have to fight to keep my eyes open. This is more than tiredness, I realise. Something is wrong.

Oh my god, the soda! This asshole drugged me.

Suddenly I feel something hit the back of my legs and CJ guides me to sit on the bed. When did we move into the bedroom? I didn't even notice.

Between one blink and the next, he has me laying on the bed as he starts to kiss me. He tastes like alcohol and I try to squirm away. Try to kick him off, but my limbs feel so heavy, I can barely move. With one of his hands at my hip, the other goes to grab one of my breasts. I groan in protest, my mouth won't even form words anymore.

"Yeah, you like that?" CJ takes my groan as a moan of pleasure instead of the distress I feel.

No! I want to scream. Stop! Get off of me! Please, someone help!

But nothing comes out. I'm a prisoner as my body stays limp, my voice silent. Darkness threatens the edge of my consciousness.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He whispers against my slack lips as his hands travel down to unbutton my jeans.

No, no, no! I scream in my head, I feel angry tears begin to pool at the corners on my eyes. I can't believe this is happening right now.

He curls his fingers between my skin and the waistband of my pants and starts to tug at them. A tear escapes down the side of my face as I begin to accept my fate. Just as my heavy lids close, unable to keep them open any longer, there's a loud crash. Before my pants get more than a couple inches down, the weight of CJ's body disappears from on top of me. I struggle to make sense of what is happening. Unable to pry my eyes open, no matter how hard I try, all I can do is listen.

I hear CJ's muffles voice, he sounds irritated. Then there's another voice, an angrier voice. This voice sounds more like a snarl, almost animalistic in nature. There's more crashing, things in the room being broken. And what sounds like fists hitting a body. Then a loud thud as something heavy, a body perhaps, hits the floor.

Panic starts to race through me as I feel weight shift on the bed beside me. My heart races as I feel hands at my pants again.

Oh no, no, no!

Confusion and relief flows over me as my pants are tugged up and fastened back into place. Whoever it is gently guides my body into a sitting position. They lean my drugged weight against their body and I feel a shirt being wrapped around my shoulders. My arms are guided into the sleeves and then I'm weightless as I'm lifted into strong arms and my mind goes blank as I finally succumb and slip into unconsciousness.