“放开我！你们是什么人啊！救命啊！”廖糖糖手脚并用地踢打，嗓子喊得沙哑。男人 receptions her like a bag of potatoes onto his shoulders, her head lopsided. She could smell the expensive cologne on him, mixed with the faintest hint of blood - was he bleeding too? Her mind raced as confusion warred with the instinct to survive.

The sifted entrance to the hotel suite was dark and opulent, filled with rich leather and polished wood. When her captor dumped her roughly onto a king-sized bed, her shoulder slammed into the headboard with a sickening crack. A sharp pain shot through her arm, and she cried out.

"See, I told you," the man's voice was low and gravelly, his eyes dark and scanning her as if cataloging her every imperfection. "You're mine now. Don't think you can run again." He walked over to a large oak desk, unlocking a drawer with a key that looked like it belonged to a safe. Pulling out two tablets, he tossed one to her. "Painkillers. Take them. We have a long night ahead."