CHAPTER 18
"Alright, we'll have our private drink," he affirmed.
Harrold's pproval of Arianna's proposal came with a sense of eagerness, recognizing that intoxicating her was a crucial step in his scheme.
Harrold ecognized Arianna had a sharp mind, and he was determined not to let her use it to outmaneuver him once more. He believed that by getting her drunk, he could gain the upper hand and make his intentions easier to achieve amid the haze of intoxication.
Harrold's gaze hardened as he directed a stern glare at his lingering men, his voice booming with authority. "I said leave," he barked, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
Reluctantly, the men begrudgingly began to make their exit, their disappointment palpable as they left the room.
But just as they reached the threshold, Arianna's voice cut through the tension, causing them to pause mid-step.
"Wait!" Arianna shouted.
Harrold's impatience grew as he awaited Arianna's next words, his expression darkening with frustration.
"What now?" he snapped, his annoyance thinly veiled.
"Are you having second thoughts?"
Arianna's cheeks flushed crimson, her demeanor suddenly bashful as she spoke.
"It's just that... I prefer things a bit more... adventurous," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.
"And if they hear any noise and barge in, won't it ruin the mood?"
The implication of Arianna's words ignited a fire within Harrold, clouding his judgment with desire.
Without a moment's hesitation, he issued a commanding order to his subordinates.
"No matter what sounds you hear, you are not to interrupt us," he declared firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
With a chorus of obedient affirmations from his men, Harrold watched as they departed, leaving him alone with Arianna.
As the door clicked shut, Arianna swiftly secured the lock, her gaze fixed on Harrold with an unwavering determination.
Harrold's anticipation surged as he moved towards Arianna, his eagerness palpable.
"Come on, my dear, lets get started" he urged eagerly.
Arianna stood like a statue, her gaze locked with Harrold's, unwavering and devoid of emotion.
Harrold's eyes burned with desire as he closed the distance between them, his eager strides betraying his impatience as he reached out with eager hands, ready to seize her.
And when he drew near, she seized her opportunity with calculated precision. With a swift motion, she brought the bottle of wine, she had held in her hand, crashing down upon Harrold's head, the impact causing him to cry out in agony as pain exploded through his senses.
Clutching his head in pain, Harrold stumbled backwards, his words choked off by the searing agony radiating from his skull. "You... you..." he stammered, his voice strained as he attempted to call for help.
But before he could utter another word, Arianna advanced without hesitation, delivering a swift and merciless kick to his groin.
The excruciating pain rendered him speechless, his face contorted with anguish as he collapsed to the floor, his complexion turning a deep shade of red.
Arianna's lips twitched with disdain as she surveyed her fallen adversary.
"Mr. Harrison, if you wanted to drink with me," she remarked coolly, "allow me to serve you."
With a firm grip on the back of Harrold's shirt, Arianna dragged him towards the coffee table with determined resolve. Swiftly, she seized the bottle of liquor, tilting it forcefully into his mouth, the liquid cascading down his throat in an unrelenting stream.
Harrold's desperate pleas for assistance were muffled by the onslaught of alcohol, his coughs and splutters echoing in the room.
Outside the closed door, the men lingered, their ears attuned to the sporadic sounds emanating from within. Each lecherous smirk that crossed their lips spoke volumes of what they thought was going on inside.
After force-feeding Harrold several bottles of liquor, Arianna watched as he succumbed to intoxication, his body slumping weakly to the ground.
With a satisfied calmness, Arianna cleaned her hands with a few tissues, discarding them with disdain onto Alfred's drunk body.
With his current state, she knew he wouldn't pose a threat to anyone for quite some time.
Yet, even as she dealt with him, Arianna remained keenly aware of his men stationed outside the door.
Realizing that taking on Harrold's guards directly would be risky, Arianna knew that despite dealing with Harrold, facing them directly wouldn't end well.
Arianna pondered the vast difference in physical strength between herself and Harrold's guards. Knowing these men shared Harrold's twisted intentions, she understood the peril of facing them alone.
The thought of a tragic demise looming over her head made her pause. Outsmarting them became her only option.
A furrow formed on Arianna's brow as she delved into deep contemplation. But soon, a glimmer of determination sparked in her eyes, followed by a sly smile as a plan began to take shape in her mind.
Arianna rummaged through her bag, retrieving a lipstick with purpose. With meticulous precision, she began to apply it, leaving a trail of mock hickeys along her neck and collarbones, creating the illusion of recent passion.
Next, she seized a fruit knife from the private room's amenities and deftly sliced her clothing, tearing it apart to expose her shoulders in a disheveled manner. Her once neatly arranged hair became a tangled mess as she ran her fingers through it.
In the aftermath of her self-inflicted transformation, Arianna appeared as though she had just endured a tumultuous encounter.
Satisfied with her ruse, she poured herself a generous amount of liquor, downing it in a single gulp before retrieving her phone to make a crucial call.
"Hello," she spoke with urgency, "I need to file a police report."
