Everly thought that she must be in a nightmare.
She felt clearer. It was as if she had sleeping paralysis because she felt heavy and extremely uncomfortable all over.
She wanted to catch her breath because she felt someone strangling her.
Then, she felt that something was down her throat until it reached the depths of her body.
That made her nauseating.
She finally struggled violently.
Previously, she had been knocked out by someone. With the intense stimulation, she quickly opened her eyes.
However, the moment she opened her eyes, she was frightened to cough violently. Only then did she realize that something had slipped into her throat.
The man on her body was pressing down on her, pouring something into her mouth.
When she woke up, Everly would naturally struggle.
She was about to struggle, but the man was probably prepared. He used his legs to press down on Everly, and then raised both of her hands high above her head with one hand.
There was a huge disparity in strength between men and women. Even if Everly exerted most of her strength, she would not be able to shake off the man on her body.
He was still pouring that thing into her mouth.
She didn't know what it was, and she just felt panicked.
She shook her head hard and the liquid was all over her face, "Let me go, oh, please let go ... don't ... oh."
Her voice was rather weak.
Two-thirds of the liquid in the bottle had disappeared.
Everly thought desperately. No matter what it was, she had probably taken a lot of it.
She had never been so scared like this before, and her eyes were filled with panic, unable to conceal it.
The man on her body was probably satisfied. He no longer forced her to drink it. Instead, he threw the bottle to the side and sat on Everly's body, still clasping her hands tightly.
"I have told you. You should be published.
You make me do this. How is it? Do you feel it?"
At this moment, Everly was incomparably sober.
Looking at the man sitting on her body, Everly felt that he was different from usual. He did not wear glasses. When he went to work, his hair was neatly done with wax. Now his hair was hanging in front of his forehead.
Perhaps it was because she had never seen this face carefully before, Everly did not know that his eyes were filled with nauseating desire.
His desire was clear and frightening.
He was like an addict that would be crazy and no one would know what he would do to himself.
Everly felt that he was probably a little distorted.
So she trembled and said, "Mr. Neil, I don't care what you are thinking about. Please don't be impulsive. What you did is against the law."
It was Neil.
She had no idea when she had offended this man.
Even though he had some interest in her at the beginning, she had never given him any hope, had she?
She had always kept a distance from him, yet he did such a thing instead.
Everly's heart was beating in disbelief.
She didn't even know the man's full name.
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