The feeling of Jarrod biting down lingered on Nicole's neck, and her hand was damp and sticky, making her flinch with disgust.

Defiantly looking up at Jarrod, she hissed, "You damn well know what's going on with me!"

Even though she was under the influence of the chemical agent, she couldn't accept the fact that she was aroused by a mere bite on her neck. Especially when it was from Jarrod, the devil she hated with all her guts.

Overwhelmed with grief, Nicole extended her hand and slapped him hard.

Jarrod didn't dodge, instead taking the slap head-on. When he turned back to face her, half of his face was red. Staring at the hickeys on her neck, he exhaled as if in relief. "That felt good. Are you done though? Do you want to sleep with me?" he asked shamelessly.

Nicole headbutted him with all her might.

As she pulled back, her vision blurred. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was blood dripping from his nose onto his white shirt, making him look more like the demonic fiend that he was.

With the final bit of her strength, Nicole warned, “Jarrod, if you dare to touch me, I'll castrate you."

In the hospital ward.

After being injected with detoxifying agents, Nicole had gradually regained some clarity.

Two police officers arrived to obtain a statement from her. After that, they handed her a copy of the injury report that the doctor had filled out. The report read, "Residue in the stomach left by hallucinogens..."

Nicole's eyes scanned through the document until she saw the words "Body not harmed." All the tension in her body finally began to dissipate.

Aside from the lingering effects of the chemical agent, her body had not suffered much, but she still had not recovered her full strength, so she had to stay in the hospital for observation for the next twenty-four hours.

After the officers left, Nicole laboriously lifted herself out of bed and went to the bathroom.

The pale and gaunt face she saw in the mirror frightened her. Her eyes were instantly drawn to her neck, where the purplish-red hickey seemed to glare at her.

Nicole turned on the tap for the hot water and held a towel under it, before aggressively wiping her neck with the wet towel.

But her efforts were in vain. With every rub, her neck only turned redder and redder.

Looking at the indelible hickey, Nicole was frustrated to the point of tears. The wound was Like an outward reflection of the countless emotions she felt inside.

Her hand holding the towel trembled slightly, and she smashed it on the mirror.

The movement caused a bit of the hot water to splash on her face, but she did not flinch. At the moment, the unbearable heat was the only thing that tethered her to reality.