The girls stared in shock at Elsie, standing cool and composed between two menacing brutes.
She was as frail as they were, yet in that moment, she seemed towering and invincible to them, an impassable fortress.
The two men exchanged glances, one of them leering at her suggestively, "Why don't you take two? Then tell us how it feels."
They knew Elsie was important to Avery, so they dared not force her to take too many, fearing trouble.
Elsie took two blue pills into her palm, staring at them intently, a trace of crimson climbing the corners of her eyes.
She swallowed the pills one by one, dry, without any water to wash them down.
The girls held their breath for Ms. Archer, their eyes welling up with tears. Within a minute, Elsie felt a buzzing in her head, her heartbeat accelerated, and her muscles twitched uncontrollably.
"Ms. Archer! Ms. Archer!"
She heard the girls calling her name in panic. The next second, the world spun, and she fell backward, losing consciousness completely.
When Elsie opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a lavishly decorated room.
The decor told her she was still in the mansion, still in danger. Elsie propped herself up from the bed, her dress still intact; she wasn’t violated.
Her trembling hand touched her chest. Her heart was still racing as if it would derail, her mind a fog of thick confusion.
These drugs were really powerful. There was no euphoria, only torture of body and mind!
As she fell, she thought she was going to die. What on earth was this terrifying substance?
Then, the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
Elsie knew what was coming next; tonight, she was destined to be a man's plaything. But even as a toy, she would extract every last ounce of value.
She thought of the medicine-like drugs; there must be some on those men, so she quietly got up, her steps silent like a cat's, and quickly sifted through the man's clothes on the sofa.
Soon, she found more blue pills stashed inside a suit jacket. Elsie's eyes brightened as she clutched the pills tightly in her hand.
"Hey! What’re you doing?!"
A harsh voice came from behind her, causing Elsie's heart to pound, her body stiff as she turned around.
A burly foreigner, his face contorted in anger, his waist as thick as a trunk, was barely wrapped in a towel, looking at her menacingly.
The sound of flowing water in the bathroom was non-stop, and that was why Elsie didn’t noticed this beast had come out; she’d let her guard down!
"You damn bitch, daring to sift through my stuff?!" The foreigner gritted his teeth as he advanced on her.
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