When Adam plucked him up, Reagan tried to squirm away from the man but the drug was doing it's job. He swallowed hard and made a noise of protest, but that was about all the protest he could give. He'd barely closed his eyes, and when they fluttered open again he found himself on Adam's bed with the man pressed against his neck. Mere moments had gone by, but it felt like so much longer to him.
"Get off of me," he muttered as he tried to push Adam away, but his movements were sluggish. "Don't touch me."
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