Touch me or Destroy me

"You look lonely," Mia said, looking down drowsily at the stranger who had his legs crossed, staring at her blankly.

"Here, why don't you drink this? Let's have fun. It will be great I promise. I am all for fun, after all. Don't worry, it won't kill you. It'll just make the night better," She giggled, stretching the glass towards him and rubbing her thighs together.

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One night, one touch of unforgettable passion was the fate that bound Mia Gladwell and Leviathan Dervish.

She had spiked the drink. And he drank it without altering a word.