In a Secret GardenChapter 18
It was evening when I woke up, with still just a hint of the remaining light of sunset coming through the living room blinds. I might have been mind-raped, but I didn't seem to feel the worse for the experience. "Well, you drugged me ... you bastards, but I do still feel like 'me', but then again after being mind controlled, I would feel that way I anyway I suppose." I muttered, as Walt, Mary's father, handed me a tall glass of orange juice to drink. Sedatives always tended to give me...