Chapter 2: Building Tension
Liz lay on the bed, her body tensed with anticipation and confusion, as she struggled to make sense of the sudden change in not only her sex drive but in her sexual preferences. She couldn't believe that she no longer felt attracted to Jacob, the man she had traveled all the way to Amsterdam to be with. She glanced at him, sitting casually beside her on the bed, almost as if he was aware of the thoughts racing through her mind.
"Why, Jacob? Why is this happening to me?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.
Because I find it hot. The thought of you with someone else turns me on and I know youd never try it so I had you take the pill.
I know its messed up and I'm a sick man. But this is our final act, and I want it to be something we both remember for the rest of our lives, I want you to embrace your new preferences and let go of all your inhibitions.
Jacob moved closer, tracing gentle fingers along Liz's bare arm. She flinched at his touch, anger and resentment quickly replacing her confusion.
"How could you do this to me?" She demanded, pulling her arm away from him.
"It doesn't matter now, Liz.
The drug has taken effect, and you can't change it," Jacob whispered, leaning in closer as he spoke. She could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, her body tensing even more as his hand slid over her breast, squeezing it firmly.
Liz tried to struggle against him, but her body felt heavy, her mind foggy. She couldn't understand why she couldn't fight him off; after all, she had never felt this way towards anyone but him.
"Don't do this, Jacob. She looked at him in disgust.
"You filthy, sick bastard! I can't believe you'd do something like this to me!" Liz's voice was a raspy, angry hiss, her eyes flashing with glassy indignation. But despite the rage brewing within her, she couldn't shake the strange arousal that gripped her, her nipples peaked under her dress and her panties were still soaking wet.