His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 384

"Don't talk nonsense, Rick is into me," barked the man with the strained voice, his words dripping with sleaze. Eliza's gaze was hazy as she looked at the oddly dressed 'men' before her.

"Move," she demanded, channeling every bit of her strength.

"Babe, Rick's the real deal. Stick with him, and you'll be craving more every day." The 'man' in the fishnet shirt strutted forward, shaking his hips. "Consider yourself lucky."

Eliza's eyelids began to droop. She clutched the eyebrow pencil tightly. The cold blade bit into her flesh, and blood dripped steadily from her palm.

"Get lost," she hissed.

The 'men' noticed something off. "Is she on something?"

"Looks like she took an aphrodisiac. Her face is so flushed... If she doesn't get some relief soon, she might just keel over."

"Can Rick handle that?"

"Of course! Rick’s record is three hours, seven times a night."

"..."

The figures before her blurred, like they were shrouded in morning fog. Eliza's hearing faded. Desperately, she clawed at her clothes, trying to fight off the burning heat. But this heatwave seemed to have a life of its own, eating away at her reason and strength.

She was on the brink of collapse, teetering.

Suddenly, she was hoisted into the air, securely slung over someone's shoulder. Eliza's body gave out, her eyelids heavy as she slipped into unconsciousness.

...

Back at the Welton Estate, John couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Zhongshan Alley, in the dark of Falconridge, was like a hidden predator, full of danger and the unknown. Gays, HIV, sexual predators, thugs, riff-raff... it was a cesspool of sin, no place for a woman.