Chapter 500 The Tearing of the Body
Alfie suddenly had a thought and asked, "Mr. Miller, you think Sherry might've gone to find Mr. Anderson?"
Owen didn't even hesitate. "No way! Matthew's drink was spiked. He's probably out cold by now, sleeping like a log. How could Sherry find him?"
He glared at Alfie. "Go check the security cameras!"
Alfie hesitated. "Mr. Miller, you know the kind of people we get here. They're all rich and powerful. I can't just put cameras everywhere. We only have a few, and they might not cover the whole bar. Maybe you should wait a bit. Sherry might've just run into some trouble and will be back soon."
Owen thought about it and realized he had no other choice. He sat back down in the booth, fuming, and started tapping his foot impatiently.
Alfie quickly called over three attractive women, smiling as he said, "Mr. Miller, check out these ladies. They're new here, all beautiful and well-mannered. Surely one of them can match up to Sherry. Please, don't be angry."
The three hostesses, understanding and obedient, immediately surrounded Owen, coaxing him with sweet words and drinks. Soon enough, Owen was smiling again.
Alfie let out a sigh of relief and quietly left the room.
In room 666, Sherry was hiding under the covers, gasping for breath.
She felt awful, like a thousand ants were crawling all over her body, gnawing at her nerves.
Her mouth was dry, craving moisture. Her body was hot, yearning for comfort.
She threw off the covers and sat up, unzipping the side of her dress.
It didn't help. She was still burning up.
She unbuttoned the front of her dress, breathing heavily.
Nothing worked. She stumbled to check the room's thermostat, which was already set to a low temperature.
Still, she was too hot. She decided to take off her dress completely and walked barefoot into the bathroom.
She filled the bathtub with cold water and submerged herself. The sudden chill made her shiver, and her mind cleared for a moment.
She realized that Owen had drugged her drink.
She tilted her head back and let out a bitter laugh. Despite her body and face, she couldn't escape men's lustful gazes.
She closed her eyes, sitting in the tub, thinking, 'Cold is fine. Just endure it a bit longer. The pain will pass soon.'
After all, she hadn't had many good days in her life. In her nineteen years, the predominant taste had been bitterness.
She thought bitterly, 'Where is the sweetness in life?'
She raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Her teeth chattered, and her body trembled slightly.
The bathroom door was open, and the light spilled onto the bed.
Matthew squinted, annoyed, and threw off the covers, standing up. "Who's shining a flashlight at me?"
He stumbled into the bathroom, barefoot, not expecting the floor to be so wet. He slipped and fell hard, cursing, "Damn it!"
He lay there, groaning, not wanting to get up.
Sherry, seeing him lying there motionless, quickly got out of the tub and rushed to his side, slapping his face. "Matthew! Matthew, wake up! Are you okay?"
Matthew slowly opened his eyes, staring at the scantily clad woman in front of him.
His gaze was unfocused, and he chuckled. "What's going on? Am I so deprived that I'm dreaming about women now?"
He raised his hand, caressing Sherry's chin. "What bad luck, even in my dreams, I see Sherry. Have I been without a woman for so long that I have no other reference?"
Hearing this, Sherry slapped his hand away and tried to stand up, but Matthew grabbed her arm.
She hadn't expected his sudden move. She cried out and fell onto him.
Matthew groaned, wrapping his arms around her and flipping her over, pinning her beneath him.
The cool floor soothed Sherry's feverish body, and she let out a contented sigh.
Matthew kissed her lips without hesitation.
Sherry was taken aback by his actions, her eyes wide open. "Matthew."
Matthew didn't give her much chance to speak. He kissed her, muttering, "I must be crazy. Am I so desperate that I'm fantasizing about Sherry?"
He paused, trying to focus on the woman beneath him. "You know, you're actually quite pretty."
He reached behind her, unhooking her bra.
His right hand moved to her breast, squeezing it roughly. "Your body is nice, feels good."
Sherry wanted to kick him off, but he was too big. She couldn't overpower him.
And with the drug coursing through her, the heat in her body was unbearable. Matthew's touch felt like a remedy. She just wanted him to keep going.
So, she wrapped her legs around Matthew's waist, moaning continuously.
Matthew's hands and mouth grew bolder. Still drunk, he thought he was dreaming. He kissed her body, biting her soft skin.
His hand moved to her most private area.
Sherry moaned loudly beneath him.
She now understood why Matthew was so against her working in a place like this.
Yes, a young, beautiful girl like her would always attract men who wanted to take advantage of her. A touch here, a caress there—those men didn't think it was a big deal.
Men like Owen, who wanted to sleep with her, were probably not few.
As she passionately responded to Matthew's kisses, she thought clearly, 'Better to sleep with Matthew than those scumbags.'She moaned loudly, welcoming his fierce thrusts.
Her delicate skin rubbed painfully against the floor, but it was nothing compared to the pain inside her.
Matthew showed no mercy. He was like a beast finally finding its prey, pounding into her as if to tear her apart.
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