No thank you. She’d seen those ads and knew better than to accept a drink from anyone. Even her boss.
Green tea ice cream then?
Suddenly morning, Fumiko found herself lying perfectly straight on her back in the middle of the floor, her boss looking impatiently into her face.
She ached inside and knew something was terribly wrong.
He nodded. “I’ll take you home now.”
The ice cream bowl was gone.
Note from the author: This story is about drugging and sexual assault, and draws attention to the fact that rohypnol can be put into food as well as drinks.