Chapter 868 This Is Not The Way To The Hotel


    The hour waste, and the cold night wind was blowing. The wind caused J to sober up a little.


    However, her legs and feet still remained frail, and she was unable to walk.


    "Where are you taking me?" J opened her eyes in a daze to take a look at the models who


    were supporting her.


    Like silver bells, theughter of the models were crisp in J''s ears. "We''re getting you back to


    the hotel. You''re drunk. Sleep well now. We''re women just like you; it''s not like we''re gonna hurt


    you. We''ll get you back safely." The two models had already ced J in the car as they were


    talking. They sat on either side of her, left and right, sandwiching her in the middle.


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    J felt so drunk, she bent her head to rest on the shoulder of one of the female models, and then


    she shut her eyes to rest. It didn''te to her attention that the scenery outside the window slowly


    switched from the lively high-rise buildings to a grim woond, veeringpletely away from the


    direction the hotel was in.


    Some time passed, and J was jolted up slightly from a low ring in her bag. She fought to keep


    her eyelids open, brought out her phone, and took the call. It was Brandon calling.


    "Where are you, honey? I''lle get you."


    J felt herself rx in the soothing sound of his voice. She nced out the window and replied,


    "I''m headed back to the hotel right now." The road however, appeared a little dark, and she was


    unable to see the exact road the car was on. Being so drunk, J could barely put two and two


    together. She didn''t think on it too much.


    Brandon was not pleased. "The man who carried you earlier, is he the one who sent you back?"


    "No." J massaged her aching temples and took a look at the models next to her. She said,


    "They are female models. They told me they''d get me back to the hotel."


    J''s voice sounded a bit unclear and odd. Brandon felt anxious. "Are you drunk?"


    "Hmm... It''s odd. I indeed drank a ss or two, however, I just began to feel so dizzy all of a


    sudden..." J started feeling something was off herself as well.


    Brandon''s voice came out low this time. "Stay alert. Something could be off about the models


    around you." Immediately the words left his mouth and went across the phone, he heard a noise


    from the other side.


    Inside the car, there was a short panic. The two models beside J roughly plucked her phone


    away immediately after they noticed her on a phone call. "You''re drunk. You shouldn''t be answering


    calls. Just enjoy a good sleep. We''ll wake you when we get to the hotel." The model hurriedly ended


    the call.


    "Why did you hang up?" J attempted collecting the phone back, but it had already been


    switched off. She had a feeling something was off. Looking out the window, she could only see the


    shadow of trees. Struggling to hang on to her consciousness, she croaked weakly, "Where are you


    taking me? This way, this is not how to get to the hotel."


    The model gave her a smile and saidfortingly, "A traffic jam was ahead so the driver is taking


    another route. No need to worry. We''ll get you back safely."


    The female model with short hair sitting in the front row turned as well to give J a willful smile.


    "Just sleep. We''ll be getting there soon."


    J leaned back in her seat, feeling uneasy. Everything was so odd. Her instincts screamed at her


    to get out of the car and flee as far away as possible, but her body was too heavy. Her eyelids


    seemed to have an evesting weight hanging on them and the sleepiness enveloped her entire


    system. J fell into another deep sleep with no resistance.


    The first thing J saw when she opened her eyes again was a bright incandescentmp. She


    rolled her sore neck and took a look around. She then discovered that she had not gotten back to


    the hotel; she was instead in a much smaller room. And she was surrounded by a lot of obscene


    looking men. They were dressed in stained tank tops and jeans. Their smiles were terrible,


    exposing their dirty, yellow teeth. "Come on, let''s have some fun together."


    J instantly let out a piercing screech. She grabbed the bedsidemp and waved it at the ugly


    man in her front. She was outnumbered, unfortunately. In a matter of seconds, her hair was yanked


    by the buff-looking man, and he pulled her under him.


    He forcibly pressed himself on her and she could smell his terrible breath as he spoke. "There are a


    lot of men in here. Resisting is useless, so why don''t you instead spread your legs and enjoy


    yourself?"


    Other men behind the manughed and whistled. "Exactly, we''ll make your eyes roll with joy."


    "Let go of me!"


    J''s eyes pooled with tears. Just as the man''s fingers were about reaching under her dress, all


    of a sudden, there was a loud noise at the door.