Late at night.
Suzanne Trent was drowning in a nightmare.
Surrounded by terrifying flames, the fire was getting closer and closer to her, thick smoke everywhere, choking her throat, everything blurred, the flames devouring all.
"Let me out... Help me..."
"No..."
The scene shifted in the darkness, revealing a windowless room. A short, slender figure, reeking of alcohol, approached and pounced on the dazed and helpless Suzanne. "Suzanne, I've always wanted to have you. Stay still, don't struggle. Did someone put something in your drink too? It won't hurt. Let me take good care of you..."
"No... Get away... Get lost..."
"Don't touch me... Get lost..."
"No—"
Suzanne shouted softly and suddenly sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Her eyes stared at the dark wall, her breathing ragged as if the smoke from the dream and that disgusting man's alcohol breath had reappeared in front of her, making it impossible for her to breathe.
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