Chapter 130
Lena’s breathing grew heavy in the factory. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her cheeks flushed an enticing red. She felt her strength draining rapidly.
“Damn it!”
Lena shook her head vigorously, trying to stay alert. But the potent drug rendered her efforts futile.
“Colonel Bailey, are you starting to crave a man’s touch?”
Jeff’s eyes blazed with anticipation as he watched Lena’s reactions. He couldn’t wait to subdue this proud military officer.
“You fucking bastard…”
Lena clenched her teeth. Her tone was intended to convey anger, but under the drug’s influence, her voice took on a breathy, seductive quality, reminiscent of flirtation.
“Heh, heh.”
Jeff smirked wickedly, noticing Lena neared her limit. “You’re all tough now, Colonel Bailey, but soon you’ll be begging me,” he taunted.
“In your dreams!”
Lena struggled, sweat dripping from her forehead.
“Colonel Bailey…” Peggy felt a pang of guilt. Lena was in this predicament solely to save her.
Lena’s breaths became labored. Her hands unconsciously touched her body. She knew she was close to breaking. She glanced anxiously behind her at the empty corridor, wondering where Cameron was. She felt doomed if he didn't arrive soon.
Jeff swallowed hard, watching. He knew Lena was at her breaking point. He moved toward her, eager to dominate the once-untouchable Colonel Bailey.
Lena was powerlessly half-kneeling on the ground. The drug-induced fire raged within her, almost causing her to moan involuntarily. Realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth.
“Damn it…”
Her mind blurred. Lena bit her tongue, hoping the pain would keep her awake, but the drug’s overpowering effect was insurmountable. She felt like a small boat in a storm, about to be engulfed by towering waves.
“Colonel Bailey, are you in pain? Do you need my help?”
Jeff stood over Lena, looking down at her vulnerable and seductive form. His eyes were filled with mockery and triumph.
“You asshole, I’ll kill you…”
Lena attempted to rise, but the heat in her body left her powerless.
“Kill me? Look at yourself!” Jeff sneered, pointing out her flushed face and incapacitated state despite her threats. He was determined to make this proud officer his complete slave.
“You asked for this, Colonel Bailey!” he said in a low voice.
Jeff reached out with his hairy arm, ready to rip off Lena’s camouflage uniform.
Suddenly, a streak of cold light shot from the corridor.
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