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"Holy shit!" he said, then regretted it, because she looked panicked, and regardless of whatever middle-school male fantasy he might have just found himself in, she needed calm from him somehow.
"You can't stop... doing that?"
"Yeah!" she cried. "God this is crazy. It's like I have to have sex right now!" she was breathing really hard.
He looked around to get his bearings, so they were in a room with no windows, and just the couch he was on. He scooted out of the way and told her, "Sit down!"
Instead, she started plucking at his shirt. "Take your clothes off."
"What? Liz, stop this."
"I need you to fuck me!! Please, Brett!"
What the fuck was he supposed to do? She was actually asking for it, and nobody would blame him for taking advantage of that, but it was obvious these scientists had done something to her. It would be like the date drug or something right?
"Liz, this is some drug they gave you. I can't take advantage of that..."
"Fuck that!" she moaned, "I swear I won't be mad later. This is really horrible, Brett, and I know I'll be better off if you do it! Please!"
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