Nightmare HolidayChapter 11
Time had ceased to have meaning for Renee and Fran. Only Manuel's comings and goings marked changes in their routine that they could recognize as time. Each time it was the same. Before the shot, the Mexican would fuck them brutally. Renee swallowed, feeling her saliva gulped down her throat moving like a large, fuzzy tennis ball. Now, she didn't know how she could live without heroin, without the needle. Hopefully she watched the door, craning her head. She was so accustomed to the...