Phoebe stood frozen, her body stiff as disbelief washed over her. Her face, already pale, turned ashen, and a cold dread settled deep within her.
She was terrified—this man was drinking the blood from her neck like a vampire.
Could it be that the manager had set her up with a sadistic psychopath? A man with some twisted, violent fetish?
Panicking, Phoebe started struggling with all her might, pushing against the man pressing her down. "No—please, stop. Don't do this!"
"Please... stop..." She repeated her plea in desperation, but the icy aura radiating from the man made it hard to breathe.
Her fear intensified as she tried to push him away, even though she had mentally prepared herself for what was to come.
But this man... this man was different. He made her heart race with sheer
