"Ahh... let me go... you guys misunderstood what happened here. We're just having fun. Let me go," Erica begged, her words dripping with lies. Her head throbbed from Anastasia's and Emery's previous vicious grasp on her hair, which had nearly been pulled out.
"Don't lie to me, you wicked woman!" Emery roared, throwing a slap across Erica's face.
Erica clutched her cheeks, her eyes moist but unshed tears never fell from her fierce gaze. The woman pulling her hair sounded familiar but she couldn't think properly because of her head hurting and unable to think.
"Where's the antidote?" Emery demanded.
"I don't have the antidote," Erica responded, wincing in pain. "She'll be unconscious in two hours."
"I don't trust you! You want her assaulted!" Emery yelled, throwing another punch at Erica's face.
