Chapter 95 I'll Drag you with me.
Eric totally lost it.
He couldn't handle watching Fiona dry heave anymore, so he stormed out to get the servants.
"Get her to the bath! Scrub her down, every inch! And make her rinse her mouth, like, ten times! Rip up the carpet and toss it out!" He paused, then added, "No, wait! Burn the damn carpet!"
A few minutes later, a bunch of maids walked in, looking pretty grim.
They were shocked when they saw Fiona all tied up.
Eric had brought plenty of women back before.
But weren't they always all over him, smiling sweetly?
Fiona was clearly not here by choice.
"Miss, we're here to take you to the bath," said the head maid, stepping closer to Fiona.
Fiona shot her a look. "Bathing while tied up? Really?"
The maid looked a bit uneasy.
Fiona sneered, "That jerk drugged me. My hands and feet are useless. Plus, there are four of you and just one of me. I can't fight you."
She really didn't plan on struggling.
Even though she couldn't open her eyes earlier, she had been counting in her head.
From the car to the bedroom, she counted over 140 steps, which took about two minutes.
This place was huge.
Besides the servants, there were probably bodyguards too.
In her current state, there was no way she could escape.
Hearing that, the maid said nothing and untied her.
In the bathroom, steam filled the air.
Fiona soaked in the tub while the maids stood outside the shower curtain.
She looked around; there wasn't even half a thing that could be used as a weapon.
By now, the drug that had knocked her out had worn off.
Her mind was clear again.
If she couldn't escape tonight, she wouldn't let herself be defiled by Eric.
She'd rather die.
Seeing the room full of tools earlier, she knew that if Eric succeeded, her child wouldn't survive either.
Thinking of the baby, Fiona's heart began to ache.
She was a mother; how could she be less cautious than before?
She was kidnapped in New Port, and now again in Bay City. She had repeatedly put her baby in danger.
She had been too careless.
She had been in there too long, and the maids outside began to urge her, "Miss, are you done?"
Fiona snapped out of her thoughts. "What's the rush? I haven't even washed my hair yet."
She took her time and washed her hair.
After leaving the bathroom in a bathrobe, she didn't see Eric and sighed in relief.
The maids helped her dry her hair.
Fiona discreetly scanned the surroundings.
Finally, she spotted a small pair of scissors, probably for trimming eyebrows, in a corner.
"Alright." Fiona stood up and pretended to pace back and forth casually.
"Where's Eric?" she asked.
One of the maids replied, "Miss, Mr. Porter is also bathing."
Fiona frowned.
At that moment, another maid came in, holding a box, her face as red as a tomato.
Fiona glanced at the pattern on the box.
Her face immediately darkened.
"Miss, Mr. Porter wants you to put this on," the maid said, blushing.
A box that small couldn't possibly contain any normal clothing for an adult woman.
Looking at the nearly naked model on the box and the red garment that barely qualified as a dress, the maid's face turned even redder.
Seeing Fiona not budging, the maid added, "Mr. Porter said if you don't want to, we should help you."
"No need." Fiona snatched the box from her.
She gritted her teeth. 'Disgusting Eric!'
She then glanced at the maids surrounding her. "What are you still standing here for? Want a front-row seat to the show?"
The maids exchanged glances.
They didn't move or speak.
Fiona smirked, opened the box, pulled out the skimpy garment inside, shook it out, and looked at them with disgust. "You sure you wanna watch me put this on?"
The lead maid cleared her throat.
When Eric brought women here before, they never had to get involved in this part.
Those women probably came dressed like this.
In the end, the maids shyly pulled the curtain of the dressing room and stood outside.
Seeing this, Fiona finally sighed in relief.
She looked at the garment in her hand.
To avoid any complications, she gritted her teeth and put it on.
Then she quickly wrapped herself in the bathrobe again, grabbed the small scissors, and hid them in the sleeve of the bathrobe.
After that, she took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and walked out with a cold expression.
"Miss, I'll take you to the room."
"I think I forgot to rinse my mouth. How many times did Eric say to rinse?" Fiona tried to stall as much as possible.
She brushed and rinsed her mouth slowly.
The maids kept a close eye on her.
After rinsing six times, someone knocked on the door.
Fiona's heart jumped into her throat.
"It's been two hours already. Are you done?" It was Eric's assistant.
"Almost!" The maid, afraid of angering Eric and losing her cushy job, said, "Miss, that's enough!"
Fiona had no choice.
Moments later, the maid took Fiona to another room.
There were no roses, but the items from the other room had been moved here.
They were placed on a black velvet carpet.
Fiona felt a chill down her spine.
At that moment, her wrist suddenly touched something cold.
Fiona instinctively pulled her hand back and took several steps back.
The maid was holding something like shackles, trying to put them on her.
"What are you doing?" Fiona snapped.
The maid looked troubled. "Mr. Porter's orders. You also need to take off the bathrobe."
"Let him do it himself!" Fiona took a few more steps back. "If any of you touch me tonight, and I survive, I will definitely get back at you!"
The maids looked at each other.
At that moment, Eric's voice came. "Let her be."
The maids turned around.
Eric stood there, wrapped in a towel, his well-built body on full display.
The maids blushed.
Two of them thought Fiona was being ungrateful.
"Leave us." Eric enjoyed the admiring looks from the women and waved his hand happily.
The maids filed out.
They also closed the door behind them.
Eric stood there, his eyes greedily scanning Fiona.
After the bath, she looked even more beautiful.
And even from a distance, he seemed to smell her unique fragrance, which was irresistibly alluring.
No wonder Darwin was so attached to her.
He showered her with gifts - a mansion worth over a hundred million dollars, checks for tens of millions - without a second thought.
"Isn't the dress beautiful? I think it suits you perfectly," Eric said, slowly walking towards Fiona.
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