The woman was in a semi-comatose state, her body feeling pain and unfamiliar pleasure, but the pain dominated, tormenting her nerves.
She hadn't drunk any alcohol, yet she felt drunk, muddled, sinking into darkness until she lost consciousness...
The night outside the window continued to sink in...
......
Tracy didn't know how she woke up, it felt like she was mired in a swamp, struggling for so long before she could open her lead-heavy eyelids.
Looking at the exquisite and lavish crystal chandelier on the ceiling, there was a moment she didn't know where she was.
Her whole body ached, weak and exhausted, feeling as though her bones had been disassembled and reassembled, not wanting to move a single finger.
After a moment of distraction, she gradually regained her senses, turned her head, and saw a gigantic floor-to-ceiling window on her left, with curtains half-drawn, light seeping through the gaps.
The unfamiliar surroundings startled her, and she instinctively sat up.
