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Rising flame

She knew that physically, she was no match for him. Hence, she had pretended to be a staff member of his entertainment company and administered a sedative drug in his coffee. It was late at night when she staggered out, supporting the boy. Her heart jumped when she was stopped by a security guard on patrol that night. “He’s drunk again, as usual,” she said with assurance, convincing the guard. Quickly, she hailed a taxi and brought him home.
Feeling frustrated and trapped, the boy yanked the iron chain furiously, cursing at the same time. His ankle was bleeding, staining the white sheets of the bed. Almost instantaneously, the girl appeared at the door. She hurried over and pressed a cloth over the wound. “Let me go!” he yelled at the girl, “Money is no object! Just name your price!”

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