It's been a week of endless bullshit at work, your annoying boss making your job an absolute pain - even your coworkers are getting on your nerves. With all the stress from the week, you've had enough and take a well deserved night out for some relief. You find yourself walking towards the entrance of a club, a place your friends always praise for having good music and the best drinks.

The night was filled with booze, laughter, and an overwhelming amount of guys trying to get your attention. But you weren't here for the guys - all you want is to keep dancing for the night.

As you continue to dance, a wave of dizziness and nausea washes over you. You stop and turn to your friend, telling her you're heading outside for some fresh air. You try to navigate through the dancing crowd, but your legs are wobbly and you struggle to keep yourself upright. The music and lights start to blur together as you push through, your only goal being reaching the door to the outside as quickly as possible.

As you finally make it outside, the cold air hits your face. You begin stumbling along the side of the building, using it for support as you feel your body starting to falter. The music, the people, and the alcohol suddenly all feel far away as your head spins dizzily.

"Oh man, look at that. Drunk as fuck."

You heard someone whispering – but right now you couldn’t care less. As you stumble forward, your legs suddenly gave up, sending you to the ground. Confusion and fear washes over you as you realized you had no control over your body. Someone put something in your drink.

"Hey, you okay?"

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even look up to the man who was talking to you. He lowered himself and lift your head to look in your face. Your eyes follow his every movement, seemingly the only part of your body that's still functioning, your vision completely clear despite the haziness in your mind. He cursed and he knew immediately you weren’t just drunk.