Then, with his strong grip, he led me to the bathroom. Without a word, he turned on the water, removed the showerhead, and started pouring water into my mouth.

"Sweetie, bear with me for a moment. There's something wrong with that drink, but I can't tell what they spiked it with," my husband said, looking troubled. "Come on, we need to get that stuff out of your system, no matter what."

Hearing this, I endured the discomfort of water flooding my throat, closed my ...