Savannah leaned close and whispered something into Hunter's ear. He turned to me with a mocking smile.
"Take her to the private room next door."
I looked at him, desperate.
"You'll regret doing this to me."
Savannah lifted her wine glass, eyes gleaming with pride.
"That pill won't just light a fire in you," she said with a smug smile. “It'll also wipe your memory. By tomorrow, you won't remember a thing."
"There's already a client waiting in the room next door."
She let out a soft laugh and raised her glass higher.
"Here's to a lovely night."
The next moment, I was dragged into darkness.
And in that darkness, something tore through me as if I were being ripped apart, piece by piece.
When I came to, I was lying helplessly on the floor of the private room. A large pool of blood had already spread beneath me.
“Help… me…”
I dragged myself toward the door, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.
From outside, I heard a burst of mocking laughter.
"Stop pretending. You were moaning louder than anyone earlier. Just get some rest. You won't remember anything by tomorrow."
Then came Hunter's voice.