But some said they wouldn't drink alcohol and would use soft drinks instead.
I was one of them.
To be safe, I poured my own juice and didn't let anyone else touch it.
But even with all my caution, I still fell victim.
My head felt dizzy, my legs were weak, and my vision became increasingly blurry.
I stumbled into the bathroom, immediately reaching for my phone to contact Elias.
But before I could dial, two burly thugs burst in, grabbed my arms, and started dragging me out.
I wanted to scream for help.
But my throat felt glued shut, and I couldn't make a sound.
I wanted to struggle.
My legs and arms were limp and powerless, unable to exert any strength.
I gritted my teeth and prayed silently in my heart. "Elias, please come quickly!"
With no one to save me, I was quickly dragged out of the bathroom.
In the dimly lit hallway, my blurry vision vaguely caught a familiar sight.
It was her.
Mila.
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, giving me a sinister smile.
As if she were saying, "Violet, go to hell!"
With just a quick glance, the two thugs pulled me into the stairwell.
Worried about being seen in the elevator, they dragged me down the stairs.