C145 An abomination

IRA

I struggled to breathe from the chokehold of the Rogue king. Every time I tried to free myself, he held me even tighter, hurting me the more.

I could barely hold myself up as a result of how weak I felt from my ordeal. Whatever it is that they had in those shots made me feel weak and groggy.

I couldn't defend myself, neither could I speak, until Dexter showed up with the others