The burn in my throat was suffocating.
At that moment, a group of men was led into the private room. Henry casually picked out a middle-aged man in his forties and made him sit on the sofa.
Then, the bodyguards dragged me over and forced me to kneel in front of him.
My wrists were tied, and my hands were placed around the man's neck.
Realizing Henry's intent, I saw the camera in the distance and began thrashing desperately, trying to break free.
The booming DJ music drowned out my cries for help.
Henry was enraged. He grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it against the back of my head.
My vision went black, and the sharp pain momentarily cleared my mind.
I immediately raised my hands, trying to pull away from the man.
But Henry, eyes bloodshot, took the broken bottle and stabbed me in the elbow.
The loud music swallowed my scream.
He moved to the other side and repeated the action.
The searing pain made my whole body stiffen and numb, my lips trembling but unable to make a sound.
My arms were now completely powerless.
Henry casually took a jacket from a nearby bodyguard and draped it over me, covering the marks on my wrists.
Under the dim light, it looked as if I had gotten drunk and was willingly seeking out pleasure.
The scene appeared on the livestream, and the views skyrocketed.
Screenshots of my face spread across the internet.
Henry stood in front of the camera, watching as the online comments turned vicious.
His expression grew colder.
My mental defenses crumbled, and just as I was about to beg him to stop, the private room door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
A group of eager onlookers peered in, their faces lit with excitement.
Kyle walked in, his face icy as he approached me.
I struggled to turn my head, tears streaming down my face.
He was finally here.
But before I could utter a word, he picked up a glass from the table and threw its contents into my face.
The icy liquid extinguished the heat of my alcohol allergy, freezing my heart along with it.
Kyle's voice was filled with rage. "Rachel, you've let me down!"
I shook my head desperately. "Kyle, listen to me, it's not what it looks like! Believe me, I can explain. By tonight, everything will be clear! I was set up!"
But he didn't listen. Instead, he pulled out his phone and showed me a conversation from our work group chat.
It clearly stated that I was fired for personal misconduct.