CORRIE

"Good job Herod." I praised Herod, he flashed me a toothful smile, retracting his head back to his homework. The moment his sight wasn't on me, my smile faltered simmering into a thin line.

My throat ached, literally burning, anytime I tried to clear it. My hand perfectly curved my throat as I tried to hold back a cough.

I knew that drink was spiked. I had excused myself and went to the restroom sticking a finger down my throat to get out what I could out my stomach. It was fucking hard doing that without making a single noise. I could have died or at least I felt...