Chapter 167: A Critical Moment

Sylvia's POV:

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room.The doors and windows
were sealed.It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly
around my wrists.I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me.

My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm.It felt weird.I
couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me.

His eyes looked gloomy — as if he were lost in thought.

Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists.

The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

"Warren?" His sudden reaction startled me.

Before I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but
steadily.

I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing out.It looked like a serious injury.

"Does your wound hurt? What the hell happened? Who hurt you?"

I tried standing up, but my legs gave away, and I fell on the hard concrete.



That was when I realized my legs were also tied.

Warren continued to walk toward me without saying anything.

The place looked weird, and so was warren.

Everything about the current situation made me uncomfortable.

Before I could react, Warren was already close to me.

My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes
were red.

"Warren? Are you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!"

I stared at Warren and sensed that something was wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird,
so I had to find a way to save myself.I twisted my wrists to loosen the rope.

The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope was still strong.

My stomach began to churn with anxiety, and my heart drummed in my chest.I felt my shirt stick to my
back.

Even a small movement made me breathless.I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly like an animal.

The emptiness seemed to gnaw my bones.

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Someone had drugged me.

I had no control over my body now.



A shiver ran down my spine, and I frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles.

Meanwhile, my brain began to race as I tried to figure out what was going on.

Warren must have been drugged as well.

The mastermind behind all this had plotted to make us have sex.

The thought frightened me.

I looked up and saw Warren close the distance between us.

"Warren, calm down!"

Before I could react, Warren pounced on me.He grabbed my shoulders, and his bloodshot eyes stared at
mine.Sweat beaded his face.His hands were hot as he seemed to crush me with his grip.

I tried my best to bite his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.I bit him until he bled, but the man
refused to let go of me.I felt powerless as he pinned me under his body.I kicked him hard on his shins.

"Wake up, Warren! I'm Sylvia!" Warren stopped and looked at me.

"I know you are Sylvia." His voice was thick with lust.

I could see the desire blazing in his eyes.

Before I could say anything, he snapped his eyes shut as if trying his best to calm down.

However, as he opened them again, his eyes had turned a shade redder as if he could no longer control
himself.

Panic wracked my nerves.



"Sylvia, I will be responsible for you...I will be responsible..."

Warren mumbled as he began to tear my clothes.

"Damn it! Shut the fuck up!"

I struggled and kicked Warren with all my strength.

But my reaction seemed to have tempted him even more.

He parted my legs and began to tear my clothes.I couldn't take it anymore.

Just as he was about to tear the last piece of clothing in my body, I cried loudly.


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