Mr. Carlos's hands moved swiftly, pulling off his tie and using it to bind Alessia's wrists to the bedpost. She struggled against the restraint, but it only seemed to excite him further.
"No, please let me go!" Alessia screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation. But Mr. Carlos didn't listen, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he reached for her clothes.
Alessia's mind was torn apart by conflicting emotions. Part of her was terrified, wanting to escape from this nightmare. But another part of her, a part she couldn't ignore, was burning with desire. The desire she had been trying to control for a while was now raging out of control, fueled by the drink she took.
Just as Mr. Carlos was trying to pull her gown down, Alessia summoned all her strength and kicked him squarely in his groin. He doubled over, groaning in pain, giving her the opportunity she needed.
With a surge of adrenaline, Alessia quickly freed her tied-up hands and sprang off the bed. She didn't hesitate, making a beeline for the door as fast as she could.
Her heart was racing, and her breath came in short gasps as she grasped the door handle and flung it open. She didn't dare look back, fearing what she might see. Instead, she focused on putting as much distance between herself and Mr. Carlos as possible.
Alessia's eyes scanned the hallway frantically as she ran, her heart pounding in her chest. She spotted a door to her right and made a split-second decision to take it.
She burst through the door, slamming it shut behind her, and found herself in a narrow corridor. The air was cool and damp, and the walls were lined with pipes and electrical conduits. A sign on the wall read "Emergency Exit."
Alessia's breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted down the corridor, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. She could hear the sound of footsteps behind her, but she didn't dare look back. Instead, she focused on reaching the exit, her heart fixed on freedom.
Alessia burst through the emergency exit and found herself outside, gasping in the cool night air. She didn't hesitate, taking off in a sprint down the street. She had no idea where she was going, but she just wanted to put as much distance between herself and the penthouse as possible.
Tears streamed down her face as she ran, her heart heavy with shock and betrayal. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Madam Suzy, the woman she had trusted, had set her up. Alessia felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she realized the truth.
She ran for what felt like hours, her feet pounding the pavement, her lungs burning.
Just as Alessia was trying to catch her breath, she saw a car approaching in the distance. Without thinking, she waved her hand frantically, trying to flag down the driver.
The car slowed to a stop beside her, and the window rolled down. Alessia's eyes met the driver's, and she felt a surge of relief wash over her.