When Elin stepped in, the loud music hit her ears hard.
Since sheâd never been to a bar before, the thick smoke made it tough to keep her eyes open.
Elin had only taken a few steps when a man with dreadlocks blocked her and said, âLittle girl, are you here all by yourself?â
Elin tried to walk away, but he persisted.
âDonât leave, little girl,â he said, scrutinizing Elinâs schoolgirl outfit, which, although out of place, highlighted her innocent beauty.
âIs this your first visit? Let me show you how to enjoy yourself,â he offered, trying to put his arm around her shoulders.
Elin started to run away, and the man with dreadlocks chased after her for a long while.
Elin hid in an empty chamber, Luckily escaping further pursuit.
She noted the roomâs decoration, which reminded her of the business gathering photos Erick often sent her.
This chamber looked similar to those in Erickâs photos, and she began to check each chamber through the gaps.
Finally, in a chamber, Elin found Erick sprawled on a couch.
She rushed in and saw that his forehead was bleeding, confirming that he had indeed been involved in a fight.
Elin, with her heart racing, stepped forward and grasped Erickâs hand.
âMr.
Foster, whatâs wrong withâ¦â
Before Elin could complete her words, Erickâs eyes flew open, revealing bloodshot, veined eyes that gave him a_ terrifying appearance, clearly altered by alcohol.
Elin recoiled in shock and softly said, âMr.
Fosterâ¦â
Suddenly, Erick pulled Elin close, and his warm lips met hers, ki*sing her.
Elinâs eyes widened, completely unable to react.
At eighteen, she never even held a boyâs hand, let alone shared a ki*s.
Yet, despite her innocence, Elin was aware that Erick was intoxicated.
His behavior probably wasnât all his own.
Alcohol likely played a part.
Recalling her motherâs words, Elin quickly tried to push him away, her words muffled against his mouth.
âMr.
Foster, see me clearlyâ¦â
Erick eased his hold slightly, his frown deepening as he peered at her.
âLittle Elin?â
Caught in his tight hug, Elin nodded quickly and said, âLetâs go home, Mr.
Foster.
â
Erick, not fully conscious, pinched Elinâs chin, his voice softer and less rational than usual.
âHelp meâ¦â
Those words detonated like a bomb in Elinâs mind.
This soft and gentle side of him was new to her.
Bitterly acknowledging their gap, she didnât dare to imagine him being this tender.
Erickâs lips drew near once more, gently sucking on Elinâs soft earlobe, shifting the atmosphere in an instant.
Elin blushed, her eyes unfocused, unable to refuse.
Because it was Erick, the man she had a crush on, she felt compelled to accept whatever came next.
The following process werenât as nice.
Erick hurriedly ki*sed Elin, entering her urgently.
He seemed off since his body was unbearably hot as if he were a piece of glowing metal.