"I m blocked by Camilla, thrusting a champagne glass in my face almost immediately; it s like she knows my intention and is telling me to back off without saying a word. The glass she gives me is of something clear, and I notice the weird oily swirl running down the center as though something alien has been freshly poured in."
"I glance from the drink and back to Camilla, catching sight over her shoulder of the girl I d been about to rescue, being f****d in a corner, pounded against in the most vulgar way, while her face is that same gaping emptiness, and I recoil, nausea rising up. From here, all you see are his back and shoulders, no hint that he s exposed at the front, his hand pushed hard at the wall, concealing her mostly, while the other keeps her leg up at his hip so he can scr
