The poisoned Chalice

It was meant to be a party with friends a laugh a good time.
Maybe for them.
Handed a drink I thought I was amongst friends the drink a act of kindness.
It wasn't.
A poisoned Chalice they watched me drink it knowing what happens next
Waking up alone exposed body aches bruises bite marks everything hurts. Rope burns to wrists, ankles my neck.
I limp myself downstairs undressed could not find my clothes I hear it.
The laughter just noise deafening the mockery stings as I walk by into the living room there I break down sobbing alone on a dirty floor broken spirt broken body broken mind.
Worst part I didn't get up and leave I stayed everything returned to normal till the next party the next Poisoned Chalice the next humiliation