Chapter 88: SET UP 1
For a moment, time froze as Harlow felt the bitter juice slide down her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn’t. They held her too firmly.
Tears welled up in her eyes, trickling silently down her cheeks.
"Set the camera. It’s showtime," the leader commanded, his voice cold and unfeeling. The others moved quickly to follow his orders.
"Where do we drop this one?" one of the men asked, nudging Ava’s unconscious form sprawled on the floor.
"I don’t care. Toss her in the bedroom or something," the leader replied with a dismissive wave. The man nodded, hoisting Ava up and disappearing with her into the shadows.
Harlow sat in a still, fragile silence. For now, she felt disturbingly calm, but she knew it wouldn’t last. Soon, the drugs would hit. She knew exactly how this worked. How it always worked.
The thought alone sent heat surging through her body like wildfire. Her skin burned as if an inferno roared beneath her flesh, an unrelenting flame no water could extinguish. The leader man had given her far too much. A deliberate overdose to strip away her control and force her into madness.
Harlow bit down hard on her lip, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to fight the growing agony. Every fiber of her being screamed, her body betraying her with each torturous second. She clenched her fists, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her eyes glistened with fresh tears.
She couldn’t endure this much longer. This was torture. Raw, inescapable torment.