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Chapter 34 by micdan282 micdan282

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Rock Bottom

Rikki stumbled out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. It was a mess, clothes piled on the chair, the bed unmade. On her bedside table sat a half-empty bottle of tequila. Rikki grabbed the bottle by the neck, tilted her head back and poured the liquid straight down her throat.

Rikki had quickly finished the bottle and found herself walking the streets towards the nearest liquor store. The **** had taken the edge off the panic, but it had left her feeling loose and disconnected. She had thrown on a baggy hoodie and dark sunglasses to hide her face, the red eyes, and the glassy stare of someone who was day drinking.

​She stood at a busy intersection in downtown Acropolis, waiting for the light to change.

SCREEEEEECH.

​The sound was followed by the sickening, unparalleled crunch of metal folding in on itself.

​A delivery truck had run the red light. It t-boned a sedan in the middle of the intersection. The **** of the impact spun the car around, shattering glass across the asphalt like diamonds.

​Rikki’s body tensed. The 'Parole Officer' and 'Vigilante' instincts kicked in simultaneously, fighting through the haze of ****. Assess the threat. Check for victims. Move.

​She took a step forward, ready to run toward the smoking wreck.

​Buzz.

​A sudden, intense heat flooded her lower stomach. It wasn't the warmth of tequila. It was a sharp, electric spike of biological arousal.

​It hit her like a physical blow, buckling her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat, coming out in a sharp gasp. Her heart rate didn't spike with fear; it spiked with excitement.

The nanobots were activating again, twisting her adrenaline into lust. Her skin flushed hot under her hoodie, her pupils dilated. She bit her lip, hard, trying to use the pain to anchor herself, but the pain just fed into the sensation. ​She stopped moving toward the wreck. She stood on the curb, one hand gripping a lamppost to hold herself up as her legs turned to jelly.

This can't be happening.

Sex, her body screamed. Now.

She stumbled away from the crash, her body not letting her get any closer. She stumbled down the mouth of an alley, leaning against the brick wall for support as the heat inside rose. A man walked in behind her, he wore a denim jacket and had a red bandana hanging from his back pocket. Street gang colors for the Westerns. He walked with the swagger of someone who thought he owned the neighbourhood.

The gang member, a tall, overweight man, sauntered over to Rikki. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out here alone."

Rikki looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants. She felt the lust in her build up again. She couldn't. Not with someone like him.

“Come here," she purred, her voice husky, betraying her mind.

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