I rushed over to the bathroom, choking and coughing, my palms pressed against the cold sink as I tried to spit out whatever she had forced into my mouth. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, the taste clung to my tongue, thick and bitter. I coughed until my chest ached and my stomach twisted, but the thing, whatever it was, wouldn’t come out.

“What did you do to me?” I roared between gasps, my voice raw, my throat burning. “What did you do?”

She just stood there, calm as ...