#spiking

pov its a fucked up saturday night

the music blasted through the club as the hot mess off people wrapped round you.you had gone out to escape your crazy work partner lover the two off you got into a heated argument about a job you had recently done in which you almost got shot.twice. Anton was no happy with this you started to argue so instead of putting up with him you just left.

you went to the one place he absolutely hates going,the club. something about the people.which you already knew. you knew almost everything about him.what he hated,what he almost liked, what he liked,which was probably nothing ,you

you shook your head and just picked up your drink from the bar and quickly downing it hoping to flush your thoughts off him."Lets dance" one off your friends said as they grabbed you hand and took you over to the dance floor.

("I've had a little bit too much, much")

(oh,oh,oh)

i said as my head started to spin slightly. the music blaring in your ears as you moved away from your group to the side of the bar trying to regain your composure.i only had one or two drinks i can't-i shouldn't be feeling like this. why

(All of the people start to rush (start to rush by) A dizzy twister dance)

A man came up to me with as smile on his face his breath reeking of alcohol"hey honey, you are cute. do you wanna maybe dance? or can i get you a drink?" he asked. i felt weird about him, something was off i didn't like him.

("can't find my drink or man Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone")

i pat my pockets looking for my keys and quite frankly my phone.i turn to the guy behind me holding my phone.How did he do that, i would have felt that,i am not that stupid, how did i allow him to do that.something is wrong with me?

i take it out off his hands as i stumble to call anton.the phone rings for a while as i could hear a faint "yes?" he was clearly pissed at me.the guy behind me grabbed my hips and i yelped in surprise. this clearly surprised anton

("what's goin' on,on the floor?") he asks me calm as anything all anger leaving his voice.

("I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo!)")i say as the start of another song starts to play and whatever i had drunk started to get to me. the man behind me started to touch my arm trying to pull me away from the bar.

("Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?") he said over the phone started to get pissed.

("I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright") i said as i was pulled onto the dance floor by the guy as he placed another drink in hand and pulling my phone away and hanging up.

(Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, spin that record, babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance)

"hey are you single?" he asked me "no? well yes i am"

(Wish I could shut my playboy mouth (oh, oh, oh))

"do you wanna get out of here?"

(How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (Inside out, right) Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns, they say And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh))

"no i am here with my friends" i said as i put my drink down on a small table and walk away.but he grabbed my hand quite harshly and pulls me back."come on babe dance with me"

(What's goin' on on the floor? I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright (woo!))When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog (hey)

he pulled my arm as we where back on the dance floor.i looked frantically for my friends but there where nowhere to be seen and as i started to become even more sick and dizzy i felt him grab onto my waisted

(Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey) And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like a call (hey) I'ma hit it, I'ma beat it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah)

i wanted to scream but the words just didn't come out of my mouth. my eyesight was blurry and my head throbbed.

("Shawty I can see that you got so much energy The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down")

he took my hand and pulled me away off the dance floor,through the crowds and into the bathroom.the music was heard through the bathroom. all the stalls where empty,fuck

(Just dance (ooh yeah), gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance (ooh yeah), spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance (oh), gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance (gonna be okay) Dance, dance (yeah) Just, j-j-just dance (oh))

he slammed me against a wall as my head spun in circles as bodied heated up."please"i mumbled as he started to bite at my neck. the door to the toilets bursted open with a bang."hey man someone is in here dude can you see?" i turned to the door to be greeted with a warm splatter off the blood on my face as the man that held me against the wall fell to the floor.

(Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint, it's symphonic)

my legs felt weak and i slumped against the wall as i slide down onto the floor.my head hurt and my legs left numb as i sat on the cold bathroom floor as the blood seeped into my dress as i looked up at him.

("Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic")i mumbled as we slowly walked up to me.boats clicking on the floor as he stood over me."Get up" he said coldly as i could barely shake up head.he stood into the body off blood he hated getting blood on himself and he picked he up off the floor and threw me over his shoulder with little care he did care,why do you think he is here.

he walked out the bathroom onto the dance floor. passed all the people dead bodies that lined the dance floor.

("Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint, it's symphonic Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint electronic")

he placed me down on one of the chairs at the bar and walked over to the bar looking over the empty drinks on the counter and picked up one"this yours?" he asked looking over to you. you nodded he knew your favorite drink he bring it too his nose and sniffed it.

"what are you doing" i asked he said nothing as he placed it back on the counter walking back over to me and pulling up onto my feet.

("just dance")

he pulled me off onto the dance floor and i rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed. "i thought you were mad at me" i mumbled as he took my hand."i was,i was worried for you" i looked up at him.

"really?" i whined at him. "yes" he smiled down at me

This means there won't be an investigation, but if there are patterns of increased spikings in your area, people can try and put things in place to either help victims or find offenders.

I ended up anonymously reporting my spiking over a year after it happened. The thing that pushed me to do it was the thought of accurate statistics. No matter how small, it is worth reporting.

TW: alcohol / emetophobia / spiking

Did you know that the most common method of spiking is with alcohol? 

That being said, your whumpee spends a carefree evening with friends. They’ve been sober for a while, and have truly worked hard to get to where they are now. So they sit back with a glass of coke at the bar, watching their friends do some drunk karaoke/fail miserably at hitting on people at the bar. 

When someone offers to buy the next round, they of course say yes, and they are brought another glass of coke (or your whumpees preferred soft drink. Whatever works). They’re thirsty, so they drink at least a quarter of it pretty quickly... but stop when they see someone laughing. 

Then it hits them. The taste of vodka on their tongue; clear as day. It burns. 

The perpetrators laugh as he tries to use someone else’s water to get it off their tongue. But the damage has already been done, and your whumpee panics. 

Maybe they rush to the toilets to make themselves throw up. Maybe they have a full blown panic attack, because they’ve ‘failed’  and don’t want to put their friends and family through that again. They’ve worked so hard, so fucking hard to get better...

A while later one of the more sober friends finds them in the cubicle, sobbing and apologising profusely. The sober friend tries to reassure them that it’s alright - that they’re still sober, and that they’ve done nothing wrong and they promise to keep an eye on your whumpee the next few days, as your whumpee is terrified of relapsing.