Sitting there in the chair before him she watched as he moved away seeming to be upset by her words. For a while she wondered what he was doing, watching him move around as she could only see out of one eye. The mix of bodily fluids dripped over her face and chest as he spoke about vodka. Latrice thought that there wasn’t enough alcohol to save her from this fate she had been handed. Ignoring the statement for a moment he fiddled around in the kitchen area before he came back with a red drink, straw poking out against her abused lips.<br/><br/>On top of him trying now to be nice to her, the deranged man before her asked about her day, saying how he noticed it was busy. Which, to Latrice, meant that he was stalking her. “It was fine. It would be better had I actually gone home.” She spat back at him before pulling her face away from the straw. “I don’t know what you put in there so I’m not drinking it.” She felt like it was a smart move because he could be trying to drug her again like he did hours before. Latrice wasn’t going to fall for anything if she could help it. Beginning to struggle again in the chair, she groaned. “Come on, just.. just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.. I swear.”