An Answer

"Will!" the girl finally protests. _"You must calm down! Please, relax!" _She looks to the walls to her left and right, slowly approaching you further. The tickling of hairs glide against each other., from your legs up your thighs. Her presence firmly approaching overtop of you. The slight sag of her boobs with curtains of red on display. Her body looking more toned, yet still curvaceous.

You raise your face to look at hers, in reaction to her call. The freckled face with big almond brown eyes seem to calm you for a brief moment. Your hands going slack, stick backside flat against the wall on either side of your head like magnets.

Your body relaxing seems to bring a small smile to her face in gratification. Though the **** shuffling of confused legs graze against skin causing awkward red faces between both of you. Her body reflexively pulling back, furthering friction against her inner thigh. A quite squeal, turns into an exhaled sigh. Her snitch centimeters from a full on kiss against the top part of your foot. The heat of it beyond apparent.

She freezes this time. Her open mouthed stare, burning into your eyes. The gaze of beauty and yourself fall distracted to the sudden protrusion of the wall at your right hip. A long thin metal arm with a syringe needle grows out from your side, firmly pointing its tip at your groin below your pelvis.

Before you can react the syringe pierces the skin, pushing its contents gently in. A warm tingling begins to form there, bringing your eyes attention to the intrusion. The redheads eyes line to what you look at. Causing her to back up even further in surprise, until she too, meets the wall in front of you. Whatever was just injected into you, seems to slow your response to it all. The red hue of the room fades as you look up to the ceiling. The numbers of what has to be your heartrate decreases. Slowing down to a more stabilized state. The tingling sensations seem to grow, spreading from the injection zone down in and around your genitals. Hazy eyes look out towards the name on the other side of the ceiling where the girl sits. At the top of the wall in front of you reads a name and a heartrate slowly increasing higher than yours.

You attempt to speak it out, with fumbling lips. Your vision blurring before slurred words breach them.