Feeling dizzy and feverish, I staggered down the stairs, clutching the wall, hoping to find a housekeeper who could help me get to the hospital.
But I could barely manage a few steps before my legs gave out.
I stumbled into an open doorway, and just as I was about to collapse, I saw him.
A man stood with his back to me, shirtless, towel-drying his hair.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, and as the effects of the drug intensified, my vision became increasingly blurred.
I couldn’t make out the man’s features, but just before I lost consciousness, I charged forward and tackled him to the ground…
2
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
I blinked in confusion for a moment, then quickly shrank back into the blanket, checking over my body.
Bruises and marks covered my skin, silently proving how intense things had been in this room last night.
Still wrapped in the blanket, I sat up and immediately lashed out, kicking the person lying next to me, exposing a conspicuous red stain on the bed sheet.
My legs trembled uncontrollably. On the verge of tears, I turned to look at the person on the floor, only to be met with a pair of sleepy, puppy-like eyes.