Power [I Draft]

His back turns to bristles as she moves in closer.  He feels more vulnerable with every rising hair on his arms.

She knows my name.

She smells the chemical cocktail coursing just beneath the surface of his skin as she plants her nostrils on his neck and her canines on his collarbone.  Adam's vision turns telescopic as he detaches from his own experience and realizes he hasn't heard the voice of his mother or father since this began.

"Let's get you out of these clothes..."

He can't speak, but he can think a little, and he realizes the panic and confusion at her knowing his name has faded to an emptiness only a little different than his day-to-day variety.  She grips his overstarched oxford and tears it off in a single motion, heedless of the buttons that held it in place.  Adam stands there and tries to reconcile his lack of emotional response with some logical explanation, however loose and hollow, but his train of thought keeps leaving him at the station.

Adam, this is your conductor speaking.

He realizes she's finished undoing his belt, and as she tosses it aside he watches it float away through the snow-shot cone of light from the lamps outside.  He sees their reflection there in the glass of the television, insinuated in silhouette, and he is transfixed.

Adam, you have been drugged.

He sees his pants drop, and feels his self-esteem go with them.  Jayna grabs him then, without feeling or fumbling, as she hotwires his body and leaves him to choose between hitching a ride or hitting the road.  He hangs on, eyes dry and gaze unbroken, the perfect scientist.

Body deprecate

He's looking toward the light of the empty streets.  Tomorrow when he can stitch together the events of the night, Adam will be keenly aware of the steep price he has paid for tonight.  At the moment, he has only the realization that being alone is no more discontenting than venturing out into civilization.  A wet warmth punctuates this thought.  She looks up at him, partially hidden.

Heart rate escalate

He looks down at her, and sees himself reflected in her watering eyes, small and distant and grey.  She detaches and grabs his hand, dragging him down the hallway and straight into shadow.  Adam feels himself being thrown through the air and suddenly feels weightless as his equilibrium shifts, failing to keep up speed.  A bed breaks his falling back and he feels two knees clamp his ribs.  She looks down at him, and he sees her mouth now: the only part of her as still as he is, while the rest of her descends into madness.

"Adam...

Flesh horripilate

"...I...

Violate, devastate

"Love..." her body shakes.

Wait wait wait wait wait

Adam's does too.

Hate

"You."