With that plan in mind, I had no reason to leave.
After cleaning up the living room, I tossed the dirty laundry into the washing machine before moping the floor. Finally, when I felt my waist hurting from all the house chores, a fragrant smell wafted out of the kitchen.
Rylee and the man came downstairs after dinner was served. The young man was especially hungry, for he immediately reached out to steal a bite. Alas, Anthony hit him with a fork to stop his action.
The man hissed in pain and was about to lash out when he met Anthony’s dark gaze. At once, he slumped down and hopped toward the bathroom. “Thank you, Mr. Featherstone. I shall go wash my hands now.”
Anthony remained silent, and Rylee didn’t side with either of them. She went to the basement and grabbed a bottle of wine.
Finally, the four of us took our seats. Rylee’s boyfriend sat beside her, and Anthony took a seat beside me. Though it felt somewhat strange, at least the situation was a harmonious one.
The only problem was that Rylee wore a foul expression as though she was mad at everyone.
When her boyfriend picked up his fork to begin eating, Rylee slapped his hand. “Get me two glasses.”
It had been less than ten minutes since he was last stopped from eating. The young man seemed unhappy, but he dared not go against Rylee. He stood up obediently and trudged away in his slippers to get the wine glasses as requested. The glasses were lined up before her neatly.
Rylee filled both glasses and placed the cork back into the bottle. She grabbed one glass and gulped the contents down.
Her boyfriend did the same before turning his attention to the food. As his gaze was practically devouring the food, it was clear that he had exercised a lot this afternoon.
After emptying her glass, Rylee plonked it back to the table. She exhaled loudly before looking up at Anthony.
Soon, she uncorked the wine bottle and refilled the glass. Handing it to Anthony, she jutted her chin out and signaled for him to drink it. “Well?”
Anthony gave no response.
Her brows furrowed up. “Are you looking down on me?”
Hearing that, Anthony took the glass from her. He avoided the area where her lips touched earlier and downed the drink.
“Hmm.” Rylee narrowed her gaze and grinned icily. She got to her feet and grabbed the glass from him before refilling it for me.
As Anthony had finished his drink, I had no reason to refuse her offer. Thus, I finished the wine in a few swigs.
I then flipped the glass upside down and shook it to show that I didn’t try to trick her.
In Chanaea, one would have to drink during business talks, parties, and even when you were mad at someone.
Just like Anthony had said earlier, Rylee would feel upset if we were to refuse her drink.
However, instead of burying the hatchet, Rylee started guffawing in a strange manner. “Hahaha!”
Her bizarre behavior perplexed Anthony and me.
It was then that Rylee picked up the wine opener and showed us the part that dug into the cork. A tiny mechanism appeared in our gaze.
Shit, we stepped right into her trap!
Anthony was the first to realize what was going on. He slammed the table and stood up, but the drug immediately took effect. Falling back into the chair, he lost consciousness as his head lolled aside.
My gaze turned blurry, so I shook my head hastily to stay awake as long as possible.
One second before I lost consciousness, I realized she had everything planned out the moment she asked me to stay for dinner.
Guilt was her best weapon to gain our trust. When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the dining room.
When I tried moving my limbs, sure enough, I was tied up.
Every dish on the table had been touched. Clearly, Rylee enjoyed her dinner after Anthony and I passed out.
I turned toward Anthony’s seat, but it was empty.
Where is he?
“You woke up earlier than expected,” Rylee commented.
I turned toward the living room where the sound came from. Everyone was still there, including the boyfriend, who was playing games nonchalantly. Just like me, Anthony was tied up and tossed on a sofa.
The clock showed that the time was eight twenty. I had passed out for less than two hours.
“Anthony didn’t do anything wrong. If you want to get revenge, come at me.” I went all out. The worst thing that could happen was to die to make up for her past sufferings.
Rylee didn’t even bother looking at me.
Ten minutes later, when the clock struck half-past eight, the doorbell rang.
Rylee got to her feet calmly and went over to answer the door. After the door clicked shut, a few muscular men strode into the living room.
As though she were a teacher, Rylee folded her arms and asked, “Do you know why you’re here?”
“Yes.” The leader nodded before turning to her boyfriend. “Is it this skinny guy?”
Her boyfriend was immersed in his game before he sensed the muscular man staring at him. He turned at his shoulder and tossed his game controller aside before hugging himself fearfully. “What are you doing? I might sell my body for a living, but not to men!”
Rylee glared at them before rolling her eyes in exasperation. “No, not him.”
She gestured at the unconscious Anthony on the sofa. “That one.”
“You may begin now.” Suddenly, she whipped out a camera from the TV cabinet and fixed it on the tripod. After pressing on the recording button, she stood aside icily and watched as the men went for Anthony.
A strong sense of foreboding gripped my heart as I yelled, “What are you doing, Rylee? You’re crazy!”
Without turning back to look at me, she replied nonchalantly, “I know what I’m doing. Back then, Anthony was capable enough to set me up with a bunch of men, so I can do the same to him now. He’ll find out what it feels like to be utterly miserable. The same goes for you. I think it hurts more to watch as your beloved gets sexually assaulted. You owe me that, so I’m going to make sure you pay for it! Open your eyes wide and take everything in!”
As she was talking, the muscular men had untied Anthony and were going for his shirt buttons.
Their hands were too big and clumsy, so it was a difficult task. One man got impatient and grabbed the corner of Anthony’s shirt before ripping it off.
Before their filthy hands could land on Anthony’s body, I shut my eyes tightly and pleaded, “No, don’t do this to Anthony. He’s a proud man. He won’t survive the ordeal!”
“What about me? I was brought up in a loving family! My father and brother wouldn’t have died if it wasn’t for Anthony! How dare he promised to take care of me before dashing my hopes? It’s not over just because you said so. I won’t accept that. Unless Anthony dies, he’ll always be indebted to me!” Her trembling voice held a hint of desperation.
Right then, scuffling sounds sounded from the living room. I opened my eyes to see Anthony awake and about. He had already kicked two well-built men who were closest to him aside.
“Anthony! Run!” I hollered. He was Rylee’s target, so it would end if he were to escape.
Alas, he was severely outnumbered. After having the advantage for a while, the four muscular men pinned him down. As the drug’s side-effects kicked in, he wasn’t strong enough to struggle free. He could only watch as the men unbuckled his belt.
No!
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