And then, it struck her. This bastard had spiked her drink!

Ariana quickly opened the door and tried to run, but Lynch was faster. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.

“Do you really think you can run away from me? It's useless. This is what you get when you mess with me."

She grabbed onto the door frame, and tried to fight Lynch off. She shouted through the door, “Help!”

“I arranged this whole thing. Do you really think you'll find someone to help you out there? I got everything ready before I came here. You can't run away from me today!" Lynch prized her fingers from the door frame and shoved her back into the room.

The corridor was eerily quiet. Lynch was right. The floor had been emptied beforehand. No one would come up here now.

It seemed Ariana had to just rely on herself. She gritted her teeth and kicked Lynch in the crotch.

"Fuck!" he yelled out.

"You bitch!"

The pain was excruciating. He could hardly stand up straight. His eyes were red, filled with fury.

Ariana didn't dare to look back at him and ran straight for the elevator.

The floor was laid out in a semicircle. She had to pass the front hall to reach the elevator.

Just then, the drug kicked in. Every one of her steps took a huge amount of effort, and she began panting and sweating.

Clenching her fists, she told herself not to fall down. With every step, she was closer to victory.

She stumbled forward, praying someone would suddenly appear and come to her rescue.

“Bitch! Stop!"

She heard Lynch's roar from behind her. He had recovered much quicker than she expected.

Ariana reeled, hurrying around the corner.

A hand reached out and pulled her into a room. She let out a screech before the hand covered her mouth.

She could hear Lynch cursing in the corridor. Not seeing anything unusual, he walked away. The hand let go of her.