It looked like Meagan was going to take a drink, but then she stopped. "I'm not being a very good hostess, am I?"
"What do you mean?" Nadine asked.
"Do you want something to drink too?" she asked. "I've got cold beer and ..."
"How about just some water?" Nadine asked.
Meagan shrugged, then walked into the kitchen to the sink. "I don't have bottled water. I'll have to get it from the tap."
"Okay, whatever." Just do it already so you can drink the Pepsi, Nadine thought. She wanted this over with as fast as possible.
A moment later, Meagan returned to Nadine and gave her the glass of water, which she immediately gulped down.
Meagan smiled, but didn't drink the Pepsi.
What's she grinning at? Nadine thought. But then she started to feel something else. Like something wasn't quite right. Her eyes shifted towards the kitchen and that's when she spotted a small opened box siting on the kitchen table. Next to the box were small pill bottles that looked quite a bit like the ones she received at her house less than an hour ago. But as she approached the bottles, she saw that the labels were different. One of them said BIMBO PILLS and another said SLUT PILLS. And the other ones said PROSTITUTE PILLS, REGRESSION PILLS, SUGGESTION PILLS, and SLAVE PILLS. "What the heck are these?" she asked, before feeling even stranger.
She looked down at the glass that was still in her hand. Did Meagan use one of those pills on her? Did she put it in her water? Her eyes went wide with panic, as she felt her mind changing.
But which pill (or pills) did Meagan use on her?
"Just relax," Meagan said, as Nadine felt herself reeling. "It won't take long."
