Skye Brown's head hurt, hurt very badly.
Her temples throbbed, and she felt dizzy and weak.
She could feel herself being held and placed on a soft King-size Bed.
After a while, she could also feel someone coming over and undoing her overcoat, removing her clothes underneath, and even—
removing her underwear.
Skye Brown wanted to stop it; she didn't know who it was, but she couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound, nor open her eyes.
Even her fingers couldn't move, no matter how much she wanted them to.
Her last memory was of facing Gareth Williams, in a moment of sarcastic mockery.
Even though she didn't want to admit it, she knew that the person now placing her on the King-size Bed, undressing her, was very likely Gareth Williams.
Gareth, Williams—
Despicable—
Absolutely shameless!!!
He was nothing like the gentleman the world perceived him to be, warm and jade-like, indifferent yet handsome.
