The cold liquid burned as it rushed into my mouth. I shook my head hard, but the alcohol spilled down my chin, soaking my shirt.
Dahlia didn’t stop. One glass after another, she kept forcing me to drink. My vision started to blur, and my stomach twisted in pain.
“Enough!” I used the last bit of my strength and shoved her away.
Dahlia grabbed the whole bottle, forced my mouth open, and yelled, “Don’t want to drink? Then I’ll make you!”
The strong liquor burned down my throat like fire as the room spun around me.
August watched with excitement flashing in his eyes. “Not bad, not bad, now this is getting interesting.”
Seeing that I couldn’t fight back anymore, Dahlia took out a room card and handed it to August.
“President Hanson, Room 1208, it’s ready for you.”
August chuckled, patting her shoulder with satisfaction. “Hahaha, Dahlia, you’re quite smart. You’ll go far.”
Two men grabbed my arms and started dragging me toward the door.
I wanted to shout and struggle, but my body refused to move; the alcohol had already numbed everything.
Hopelessness crashed over me like a wave.
Suddenly, the private room door burst open with a loud bang.