Damn!
What's going on?!
How did she get out?!
Fuck, can't you be a bit more gentle...
Before the burly man could sort out what happened, his consciousness had already blurred. After a dazed glance at Flossie Wright, the last bit of his awareness vanished into thin air.
"Did you hear anything?"
In the pitch-dark corridor, a low and doubtful voice emerged, accompanied by scattered footsteps.
Supporting the man who was about to fall in front of her, Flossie's gaze scanned over the source of the sound, then immediately focused on the restroom on the other side. She dragged the man toward it without any hesitation. Despite supporting such a large body, the whole process was done quietly, without attracting attention.
"No," a very frustrated voice followed, pausing briefly before continuing, "Seriously, is that woman really that tough? You guys can't handle her?"
"Shut up! Wait until the boss takes care of things, then you'll see for yourself!"
