"Shut up and enjoy it." She silenced him, dropping to her knees, as she toyed with his belt, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it to the ground. He felt drunk, high even, something about the way she spoke made him listen to her—it made him obey her. He knew it was wrong, deep down he knew that, yet he couldn’t find the strength to fight it. To fight her. He didn’t hear the voices in his head anymore but it felt heavy—his head felt heavy. As if a thick fog suddenly filled it.