Chapter 30: In Which She Loses Her Senses

"It's always charming to see my beautiful bride to be,I am glad you could make it despite your injury,I was missing your beautiful face and as always, you look quite ravishing my dear" Jamerson said with a smirk on his face that annoyed Alexander to no end.

"It's g... good T .. to see you too" Isla spoke as a manner of greeting.

"Well come on in with me deal, I have a few friends who I'd like you to meet" Jamerson placed his hand on the small of Isla's back as he started guiding her inside those tinted doors.

Alexander started walking behind them as well when Isla looked over her shoulder at him but he was stopped in his tracks by one of Jamerson's men which did not go well for him considering that Alexander shoved him away pretty hard causing him to fall and before the man could get up and fight him, Jamerson broke it off.

"Hey, Hey Alexander, we have enough security alarms inside, and a full security team at my disposal outside, we like to keep our dealings inside the VIP room private, we don't want anyone from the security inside with us, rest assured she'll be safe inside. so stop getting your panties in a bunch and wait outside" he said and Alexander had no choice but to stand guard outside the door, his jaw tight as they went in, the door closing behind them.

Stepping side with the support of her crutches Islas's heart skipped a beat, multiple beats. Inside was a giant room. It was quiet as compared to the outside and only soft music played in the background as silent chatter filled the room. Cards were heard being shuffled and passed out. Men and women sat aloud tables with stoic yet amused faces.

The room emitted Power, danger, and ill will that had Isla clutching onto her crutches tighter as Jameson stated guiding her to a table.

Servers walked around with long flute champagne glasses and fancy snacks on toothpicks in trays and thick smoke danced in the air from heavy cigars, golden pipes and other rolled up weeds.

It was quite the atmosphere and very overwhelming for Isla.

They walked straight to the table in the back corner where there were three men sitting at a game table who looked just as smug as Jamerson young and Powerful, all three with model like women wearing dresses that were pretty yet showed much to cleavage, on their laps.

"Gentlemen, meet my fiance, Isla Moon Gambino, She is a little crippled right now as you can see but it's only temporary, oh you should see her move with such grace when she has both good legs" Jamerson's introduction was very hurtful and disrespectful as the men tipped their heads as a greeting while chuckling at Jameson's remark which had Isla frowning.

They all looked at Jamerson as he took his seat at the table and much to Isla's horror he patted his leg as an indication that he expected her to sit on his lap and she could see that she had no other choice considering that the table only had four stools plus She knew that the consequences would be dire if she made any sort of scene that would embarrass him in front of his powerful friends.

With a gulp she pushed the knot in her throat down and handed her crutches over to the server as Jameson pulled her onto his lap. She felt degraded and uncomfortable as he held her hips in a firm grip.

She wanted Alexander.

The shuffles distributed the cards to all four of them and she felt one of the men shamelessly looking her up and down, she felt naked under his dirty gaze as he smoked whatever was wrapped in that paper before parsing her a devilish smirk as we let out clouds of smoke. Isla averted her gaze.

The game played on for a long while, Isla sitting quietly as a mouse, glad that they weren't much engaging her in conversation, she just wanted it all to be over and done with soon.

However, that thought went down the drain when one of Jamerson's friends, the one with the dirty blonde hair started to pass around pills that were in a small box.

"It's some of the best oxy out there, got it from my opioids supplier" he told them and for some reason, everybody looked impressed and eager to pop the pills, Isla didn't share that enthusiasm one bit and instead looked at them horrified as they swallowed a pill each.

When Jamerson kept one under his tongue, much to Isla's horror he extended the box in front of her as well and Isla quickly shook her head not wanting any part of the drugs but Jamerson wasn't having any of it because next he took out a pill and held in front of her mouth.

"Open up Isla don't be so uptight, we're here to have four" he said, his voice heard, and Isla's eyes wide as she looked at him and then the pill.

"I don't want to "she protested which only caused Jameson's annoyance to rise.

The net thing she knew, Jamerson forced the pill in between her lips till she had no choice but to slightly open her month which gave him a chance to force the pill in and then held her jaw tight and made her swallow it down.

Tears pricked Isla's eyes as the pill slipped down. She could see his friends chuckling in amusement and it made her even more miserable.

Everything was normal for a few moments until she wasn't and the world looked bleak, blurry, and out of focus.

She couldn't help but sup back into Jameson as the light of the opioid started to take its full effect on her. She felt like she was floating like her body was weightless and all the colors around her seemed more vivid than before while the sounds seemed far away, drowned in the background.

She had lost all her senses.

"That's right baby, just relax and give in to the high" Jamerson said, a devilish smirk curved on his lips as he nipped at her soft ear in his own high.