Once Miles Harrington left, one of the subordinates forced a mouthful of water into Seraphina Redgrave's mouth, then said, "You better think carefully. In the Directorate, no one has ever taken five pills directly. Even we don't know what the effects are, so I advise you to be honest. This way, you can suffer less and find the Road to Hades less painful."
The sweetness in Seraphina Redgrave's throat dissipated slightly, only to be replaced by endless bitterness.
Sweat clung to her long eyelashes, pricking her eyes with discomfort.
The subordinate pinched her chin again and forced another mouthful of water into her.
In her daze, Seraphina Redgrave thought of Ethan Sterling, how when she was ill, he would coax her like a child, feeding her ginger tea.
He even built her a candy house, and whenever she ate candy, he would peel off the candy wrapper and place it at her lips.
Now, it was a rough, merciless hand that pinched her jaw.
