In the dimly lit room, Cynthia lay helplessly on the bed.
Her body was assaulted by waves of heat, as if a swarm of insects were gnawing at her.
The indescribable sensation, coupled with her increasingly labored breathing, made the room unbearably hot.
She vaguely saw someone approach the bed, remove his shirt, and grin at her menacingly.
"No, please, no..."
"Cynthia, you really are perfect," the man said, laughing softly. Seeing Cynthia's writhing body, he could feel his excitement grow.
Cynthia forced her eyes open and realized it was James, the man she had just danced with!
Gone was the gentlemanly demeanor; he now wore a lecherous smile, advancing towards her like a demon.
"Stay... stay away from me!"
Under the influence of the drug, each word Cynthia spoke was laced with unin
