Chapter 18
The taxi driver and Willard took Grace back to her place. As she rounded the corner, someone suddenly covered her nose. Grace paid them. She struggled for a moment, but then she heard Sloan’s voice.
“I told you before, if you keep making Ice upset, I’d throw you to a man, but this time, I’m not passing you off to just anyone. Hendricks has been wanting to sleep with you for a while. Get ready tonight—he’s got some pretty wild moves in bed. I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it.”
In a drugged state, Grace felt half a bottle of liquid being forced into her. She had no idea what it was, but her body instantly grew hot, and the world around her became a blur. One thought raced through her mind—if she made it through this, Sloan would regret it.
She was thrown into a car, her head hitting the side painfully. She briefly regained some clarity, but an even stronger wave of confusion quickly drowned it out. The car stopped outside a nondescript hotel, and Grace was tossed into a room.
Hendricks and Sloan were both close friends of Yancey. Sloan had been in love with Alice for a long time, and Hendricks had wanted to sleep with Grace for ages. So when Sloan called Hendricks, he thought it was a joke. He had no idea Sloan was actually bringing Grace to him.
The two men stood by the bed, looking at Grace, who was now barely conscious. Hendricks felt a surge of heat rise to his head.
“Sloan, are you sure Yancey won’t get mad if I sleep with her?” he asked.
Sloan smirked and pulled out his phone, calling Yancey. The phone picked up quickly. “Sloan, what’s up?”
“Yancey, Hendricks says he’s interested in Grace. If he sleeps with her, you won’t mind, right?”
“Of course, I won’t mind. I’ve been annoyed by her for a while now.”
Sloan smirked at Grace’s dazed form on the bed. “Good to hear. We’re still good friends.” He ended the call and patted Hendricks on the shoulder.
“He said it’s fine, so go ahead and enjoy. Make sure you get lots of pictures and videos. I want her videos spread all over Drawville tomorrow!”
Hendricks couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed Sloan out. “Don’t worry, I’ll take plenty. Don’t come back till tomorrow afternoon!”
Dearly, one night wasn’t enough for him. He planned to have fun with her all day tomorrow. He shut the door and immediately lunged toward the bed. “Grace, finally got you where I want you.”
Grace only saw a shadow loom over her. Instinctively, she grabbed the nearby lamp and slammed it into him. Hendricks didn’t expect her to still have strength in her body. The sharp corner of the lamp hit his forehead, and blood started to flow.
“You must have a death wish!” he barked. He then raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. Grace’s cheek stung with pain, but the shock made her instantly more alert. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she didn’t know where the strength came from, but she grabbed the lamp again and swung it at him.
Hendricks had been indulging in booze and pleasure for years, and his body had already been worn down. The first hit had drained his strength, and now, after the second, he…
Grace staggered off the bed, her head spinning. She saw the lamp shattered on the floor, sharp pieces scattered everywhere. She grabbed a piece, ignoring the blood dripping from her palm, and squeezed it with all her might. Only pain could bring her back to her senses.
She quickly straightened her clothes, grabbed her phone, and made a call. The drug effects were too strong, and though she’d briefly woken up, it only lasted a few seconds. She wasn’t sure who she had called—maybe Joanne, maybe Than, or perhaps Tim. When the call connected, she quickly gave the hotel address before stumbling toward the door with blurry vision.
The headache surged through her again as she reached the corner of the first floor. She wanted to rip off all her clothes. The sound of wheels screeched, and a clear voice asked, “Can you…”
Grace tried to focus, her vision swimming as she made out Bahan’s figure. Instinctively, she took a step back, but soon, everything went black. She was so hot that her body felt like a desert, desperate for water or any form of relief. She had no idea how she ended up in the room. Her hands were out of control, touching everything around her. Bahan’s wheelchair was expensive and cold to the touch. She collapsed onto the bed, her face burning. Her fingers brushed against something cool, like a lifeline for a drowning person.
Bahan remained in his wheelchair, watching. He watched her rapt expression as if she was desperate.