Isabella shoved against him with every ounce of strength she possessed.

She fought to break free from his iron hold.

The drug had transformed Ethan into something terrifyingly powerful.

His arms locked around her, constricting her breathing.

A deep, animalistic sound tore from Ethan’s throat.

His eyes were glazed and wild, reflecting a man consumed by primal need.

He lowered his head, his feverish lips skimming her neck in a frantic search.

“Ethan! Snap out of it!” Isabella’s voice cut through the room, sharp with desperation.

She twisted in his grasp, but it was useless.

“I’m on fire… It’s so hot…” he rasped, his voice barely audible.

His body crushed against hers, seeking fusion.

Suddenly, he hurled her onto the bed.

Isabella gasped as her back hit the mattress.

Pain radiated through her, bringing instant tears.

Ethan’s full weight pinned her down, rendering her helpless.

“What are you doing, Ethan?” Her voice trembled with raw fear.

He didn’t answer.

His mouth captured hers in a brutal, claiming kiss.

Shock froze her.

She pushed against his unyielding chest, but he was a fortress.

His kiss was violent, filled with desperate possession.

Tears streamed from Isabella’s eyes.

“Ethan, please… let me go…” she begged between shattered breaths.

He seemed deaf to her pleas.

He clung to her, kissing her with savage intensity.

His hands roamed her body, tearing at her clothes.

In moments, her casual outfit was shredded.

Her perfect skin lay exposed to the cool air.

“No, stop…” Her sob was muffled against his shoulder.

Fear and despair swallowed her whole.

She understood the horrifying reality of the situation.

At that critical second, a flicker of awareness crossed Ethan’s gaze.

He froze.

His ragged breathing echoed in the silent room.

He released her as if scalded and stumbled toward the bathroom.

Swoosh.

The sound of rushing water filled the space, drowning out her quiet, trembling cries.

Isabella curled into a ball on the bed.

She clutched the torn remnants of her clothing, trying to cover herself.

Silent tears tracked down her face, soaking the pillow beneath her.

The water continued to run in the bathroom.

It went on for a very long time.

A deep unease twisted inside her.

She looked toward the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the frosted glass door.

Was Ethan okay?

The thought hit her with force.

She scrambled into action.

Ignoring her disheveled state and bare feet, she rushed to the bathroom door.

“Ethan! Ethan, are you alright?” She pounded on the door, her voice thick with panic.

Only the sound of water answered her.

No reply came.

A heavy dread settled in her heart.