[ WP ] This new drug 's an incredible bliss with no side effects on health . There 's just one thing : after taking it , you ca n't lie for 24 hours .

I ’ ll be honest with you, I should have known better. But I had myself convinced that my system was foolproof and would be a sufficient protection and compromise. 
 
 B - short for Bliss - doesn ’ t hold you down like H does. Sure, every cell in your body is given over to joy, happiness, and complete and utter paradise, but you aren ’ t immobile and shut off from the outside world. You can dance, sing, converse, reminisce over old pictures of you and your family without a pang of sadness or regret. You can confront your demons with honesty and a positive outlook. You can exercise and feel great about taking care of your body. 
 
 But you can ’ t lie. For 24 hours after you take a B dose you are unable to tell a lie. Not a white lie, not a lifesaving lie. You are an open book to anyone and everyone, like it or not. 
 
 Too much of a good thing can be bad. While on B I was able to confront my need for it ’ s feeling and develop a solution to keep my needs in balance with the rest of my life. Kind of ironic when you consider how one behaves on almost all other highly addictive drugs. 
 
 I have my system down. Once every two weeks I rent a hotel room for the weekend and leave my laptop and tablet at home to minimize my contact with the outside world. I unplug the room phone, put my cell on Airplane Mode and then shut it down completely, use an old iPod to turn on some good music, and then, when everything is ready, I take a dose of B. The waves of unparallelled Bliss wash over me and I become one with mankind, all creatures everywhere, and the entire universe. The sense of self that I possess becomes centered and I am able to carry on a normal life until my next outing. For every outing I would choose a different cheap motel and never the same one twice in a row. My meals are planned out ahead of time, only requiring a microwave and a refrigerator. It ’ s a solid system and has never failed me once. 
 
 Until the knock at my door. 
 
 Walking over I peer through the grimy peephole. On the other side of the door are two individuals in ski masks. What the fuck? What the fuck is this? 
 
 “ Is anybody in there? ” Comes the voice through the door. It ’ s male. Deep and aggressive. 
 
 Fuck! “ Yes, ” comes my reply. Shakier than I ’ d like. Maybe I can keep the responses short and get out of this. 
 
 “ Oh good, we got one, ” I can hear the man say to his partner. “ Ok, what is your name? ” The smile in his voice is evident even though I can ’ t see it behind his ski mask. 
 
 “ Gordon Smith, ” comes my reply. Now they know I ’ m on the B! Through the peephole I watch as his partner pulls out an iPad. Panic sets in. Quickly, I run to my bag and search frantically for my earplugs and noise cancelling headphones. 
 
 “ Hey Gordon, ” comes the voice, “ What is your Amazon username? ” 
 
 I can ’ t find the ear plugs anywhere! “ gsmith4350 at gmail, ” comes my reply. Whatever, headphones will have to do. I pop the headphones over my ears. Ok, just in time. They don ’ t have my password. Racing into the bathroom I turn on the shower and the fan and close and lock the door. Sitting on the toilet seat lid I can only hope that they just give up and leave. 
 
 After a few minutes I start breathing a little easier. Maybe they moved on. 
 
 My heart stops when I hear the loud, clear pounding on the bathroom door. They are inside my hotel room! 
 
 “ Gordon, we know you ’ re in there. Time to come out. ” 
 
 “ Who are you? What do you want? ” 
 
 “ We ’ re not the ones on Bliss, Gordon. That ’ s you, buddy. Now if we have to come in there we are going to do a lot more than just ask questions. Get the fuck out of there right now. ” There was no mistaking the malice in his voice. Clear, loud, and direct, my headphones did nothing to muffle the message. 
 
 My heart sank. I pulled the headphones down around my neck and stood up. Opening the door I stood face to face with the man who was at my door. His ski mask was pulled down as was his partner ’ s. I only had a moment to process the fact that it was a woman before I was punched out cold. 
 
 **** 
 
 They took me someplace unfamiliar and I told them everything. I had no choice. When I came to I still had six hours left before the B was totally out of my system. I told the parents that I killed their son for his supply of Bliss. That I hacked up his body, put it in trash bags, and tossed it in Lake Michigan. I told them where, to the best of my knowledge, I had tossed them. I told them that I was addicted, but I thought I had it under control. I told them my system, where I worked, where my family lived, what my passwords were for all of my accounts, and everything about my life. Everything. 
 
 They forced me into a large box. With each *Ker CHUNK* of the nail gun I trembled, feeling the tears stream past my temples onto my ears. I felt the box being loaded into a truck and then I felt the truck moving. We moved for a while and then the truck stopped. My box was unloaded and set heavily on the ground. A latch near my midsection was opened and my phone was dropped on my stomach. I clutched it and brought it near my face. 
 
 “ Take it off airplane mode, ” the woman ’ s voice instructed. I did as I was asked. 
 
 “ Go to facebook, ” she commanded. Opening the app, I immediately recognized that it was not logged in as me, but their son. There was a pending friend request. 
 
 “ Accept the friend request and view the profile. ” 
 
 The friend was me. I accepted the request and went to view my profile. Everything had been cleared except for my status which read: “ I killed Sam Beckett for his Bliss. I cut him up, put him in garbage bags, and dropped him in Lake Michigan. Listen to my confession here: ” Beneath my status was a link to a YouTube video recording of me, tied to a chair, confessing to everything. 
 
 “ All of your accounts have been updated like that and you have been logged out of them. Twitter, Instagram, Vine, emails have been sent out to everyone in your contacts, even your Google + account has been updated. That ought to keep you busy for the next few minutes. You won ’ t have long now, ” said Sam ’ s father, very matter of factly. 
 
 The box jolted, fell, and I both heard and felt the splash. The back of my shirt started getting wet as the water crept in. 

