Alessia took a sip of her champagne, the cool, bubbly liquid sliding down her throat as she smiled and chatted with Madam Suzy, as she drank the whole contain of the drink. But as the minutes ticked by, she began to feel a growing sense of discomfort. The room seemed to be spinning slightly, and her skin felt warm and flushed.
Excusing herself, Alessia made her way back to her room, hoping to slip away for a few moments and collect herself. As she stepped inside, she felt a wave of heat wash over her, as if the room was suddenly much warmer than it had been before.
Alessia's heart began to beat faster as she felt her body start to react. Her skin prickled with sweat, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She didn't know what was happening, but she felt... strange. Disoriented. As if something was happening to her, but she didn't know what.
A minute later, Alessia heard a soft knock on her door. "Come in," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She was trying to maintain control, to calm the desire that was simmering beneath her skin.
The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. The room was dark, the only light coming from the room is the crystal moon that shone through the window, casting an ethereal glow over the space.
Alessia's heart skipped a beat as the man moved closer, his features obscured by the shadows. She couldn't see his face, but she could sense his presence, his eyes fixed intently on her.
The air was thick with tension as they stood there, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. Alessia's skin prickled with anticipation, her senses on high alert as she waited to see what would happen next.
"Princess, I finally got you now," the man said, his voice low and husky, with a hint of amusement. Even though Alessia couldn't see his face, she could sense the smirk in his tone.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who the voice belonged to. "Mr. Carlos?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
There was a pause, and then Mr. Carlos chuckled. "You remember me, princess," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment."
Alessia's mind was racing as she tried to process what was happening. Mr. Carlos was a powerful and ruthless man, with a reputation for getting what he wanted, no matter the cost. And now, he had her alone and vulnerable in this darkened room.
Alessia swiftly moved towards the door, but Mr. Carlos was too quick. He caught her just in time, his grip like a vice as he spun her around and threw her onto the bed.
She landed with a soft thud, her heart racing as she struggled to catch her breath. Mr. Carlos loomed over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"I wanted to make you my mistress, Alessia," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "But you refused me. Now, I'm going to make you mine, whether you like it or not."
Alessia's eyes widened in terror as Mr. Carlos's words hung in the air, his intentions clear. She knew she had to think fast, to come up with a plan to escape, or else she'd be trapped in this madness.