As soon as she turned into the passage leading to the toilet, someone grabbed Abigail from behind and squeezed her mouth shut. She attempted to flee, but the individual's iron arms tightly wrapped around her, rendering her efforts futile.
She was dragged across the corridor to the other side. Before she could react, she was pulled into a storage area, and the door banged shut. The flickering overhead light cast eerie shadows on the walls, accentuating the urgency of the moment. When he shoved her up against the wall, she caught a glimpse of the man.
It was Christopher.
Before she could comprehend the situation fully, his lips forcefully met hers, silencing any words she might have spoken. The smell of alcohol, the familiar taste of his mouth, and his warmth washed over her, making her stomach flutter.
