Matilda Jenkins returned to the hotel, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.
Cold sweat kept dripping off her body, and her clothes were soaked in sweat in less than ten minutes.
Matilda got up and took a shower in the bathroom. Seeing her flustered face in the mirror, she felt both panic and fear.
She looked down at her hands, wondering how she could control herself.
What if that evil man really called the police?
Matilda pouted, knowing that she would have to face the consequences of her actions. She had asked to join the Goddess in her mischief. If something went wrong, she would bear the responsibility.
Matilda covered her face and wailed miserably, thinking about how unlucky she was to encounter that mysterious man at midnight.
She had pushed him so hard in the end that she hoped he wasn't seriously injured or dead.
Matilda's thoughts were in chaos. If he really died, should she turn herself in and plead for leniency?
