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"Do you think she 's ready for me?" Sean put on his black silk robe and sat on the sofa in his room, a full meal available to him at the table. Calmly, the man took a sip of his wine, then looked at Roger, his personal bodyguard and confidant who stood before him with his trademark expressionless face.

"I think she is ready, not to surrender to you, but ready to kill you, her eyes are those of murderous hatred."

Sean smiled faintly at Roger's answer. "Yes, her eyes burned, full of hatred." Sean took another sip of the wine, closing his eyes. "But you know how much I wanted to have her tonight."

"Yes, I know," replied Roger calmly. "Will you force her?"

"I don't like to force women, you know." Sean was used to being surrounded by women who gave themselves up to him. Not a single woman could resist the charm of Sean Bramasta. With jet-black hair that was slightly long against the collar, pale brown eyes and his aristocratic face could almost be said to be perfect like an angel… if only his eyes were n't so cold, heartless and harboring deep hatred, scary. Sean was like a demon trapped in the body of an angel. "I want her to give herself up to me willingly."

Of course, Roger muttered to himself. Sean's words were like orders to him.

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This drug is very strong and cannot be used for fun. Roger studied the white powder in the small container in front of him. Very strong, but very effective.

And if she drank it, then she would give up on Sean and please his master.

With slow, calculating movements, Roger mixed the flavorless white powder into Renee's drink.

This medicine will make women tormented, asking for satisfaction. If nothing satisfies her, the woman will feel her whole body burning, in pain. And Roger is sure, Renee will ask, even beg his master tonight.

Tonight she will surrender in your hands, master, Roger smiled inwardly, waiting for what would happen.

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It had been almost an hour that Renee had been locked up in this room, a luxurious white room, on the carpet, on the bed, in all her furniture.

This room was made for girls and Renee was repulsed by the thought that perhaps Sean's previous lovers were also placed in this room.

One of Sean's coldest-looking bodyguards walked in half an hour ago, carrying a tray of food, setting it on the table. Then without saying anything go and lock the door back from the outside.

And during that long half hour, Renee tried desperately not to glance at the alluring tray. Her stomach rumbled and she felt thirsty. She hadn't eaten since lunch because she was too nervous to plot her revenge on Sean, and now she's hit the rock.

The aroma of the food was so tempting, the aroma of sweet and savory dishes that were still hot. Maybe if I take a little peek at what the food is… no! Renee rebuked herself silently. She wouldn't eat, it would be better for her to starve to death than to surrender to Sean's power. But if she just drink it's probably okay. Renee glanced thirsty at the drink on the tray. Fresh orange juice that looked so tempting.

Finally Renee gave up. She was thirsty until she felt like she was about to pass out and she had to drink it, or else she might actually pass out. Renee must not pass out, she must find a way to escape from this room, from this house. She quickly grabbed the glass and drank it, gulping it down, because she was so thirsty. The cold juice felt so fresh as it soaked her throat. Without realizing that the glass of the drink was gone, Renee put the glass down slowly, feeling a little guilty, but somehow she was not sorry. She feels better. Now she could think of a way to escape this house.

Renee's eyes rolled, around the room, looking for a way to escape. There was a large window at the other end, covered with white curtains, maybe Renee could figure out a way out of it. Renee carefully stepped towards the window to check it, but immediately her heart was disappointed. The window was already covered with thick glass and was full of very strong iron trellises, after all Renee just realized that she was on the second floor. Even if she could opening that window, she had to find a way to safely descend from the second floor.

Renee tried to think, she had not checked the bathroom at the end of the room, maybe there was a way out of there that escaped surveillance. She quickly stepped into the bathroom, but her steps wobbled, for some reason her head felt dizzy her whole body tingled. It's hot….

What is this? Renee felt her forehead, it felt hot. Did she have a fever? Renee gasped, everything was hot… hot… Renee really need that….