Simon Sawyer's eyes were filled with madness. The reason he spoke so much was because he was certain Lily Shaw had already been drugged and wouldn't be able to escape no matter what.
Simon's mind had become twisted. He especially wanted to see the proud, aloof, and cold Lily Shaw rendered powerless under the drug's effects, exuding an aura of enchantment, blooming like a rose beneath him, moaning softly, completely succumbing to his masculine charm.
He clearly saw a faint pink appear on Lily Shaw's smooth, milky face. As time passed, the red on her face grew more intense, and her breathing became heavier. He knew the drug was starting to take effect.
