Chapter 70 Have They Come to Save Me

Leona's POV My vision blurred, but I could still make out Eamon's bulky figure looming over me. Surprisingly, I felt a flicker of desire. "Right. That's it…" I heard his voice tremble with excitement. "Look at you, looking so tempting… Don't worry. I'll be with you in a second…" As he spoke, he began to unfasten his trousers. Those filthy hands hauled me upright. A stench of sweat and urine hit me instantly, and I felt like I was going to retch. But all I could manage was a ragged, heavy gasp. Under the drug's influence, I leaned weakly against Eamon, completely limp. Self-loathing washed over me. My mind was painfully clear, yet my body was utterly beyond my control, leaving me to watch in despair as he acted without restraint. It was only then that I truly understood what he had meant earlier. This drug was their tool to rob people of their autonomy and turn them into playthings for their pleasure. The victims felt no pain, only a bottomless, overwhelming hunger for sex. After