"Mmm, mmm." Lillian groaned softly.
She was sitting in the corner, and with the dim lighting in the bar, no one noticed her. Even if someone did, no one said anything.
"Bastards, do you know..."
Lillian hadn't finished her sentence when her head tilted, and she fainted into the arms of the man beside her.
The taller man immediately held Lillian in his embrace, while the leaner man followed, heading straight to the twenty-eighth floor of the bar.
The two men brought Lillian into a room and roughly threw her onto the bed.
"Hot, so hot." Lillian muttered unconsciously, her hands constantly tugging at her clothes.
The two men exchanged a glance and directly pounced on her.
...
Lillian curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching the sheets tightly, her eyes full of horror.
Three days, it had been three full days. She had been locked in this place for three days, with eight different men coming in each day to have their way with her.
