He realized he was on the verge of losing his mind.


    He had to take action quickly.


    Fighting to maintain rity of thought, he mustered all his strength to lift Lindsey from the floor and drag her to the bedroom.


    After cing her on the bed, he quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him.


    He stumbled towards the exit, understanding he needed to leave to prevent himself from doing something beyond his control.


    When he reached the door, he discovered it was locked, as if it had been deliberately sealed shut.


    Someone had orchestrated a trap for both him and Lindsey!


    Copsing against the door, Hendrix felt his heart pounding furiously, his breathing bing increasingly ragged.


    He was teetering on the brink of losing control, desperate to satisfy his raging desires.


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    Even though he fought to restrain himself, his eyes gradually fixated on the door to Lindsey’s room.


    Inside that room had his cure.


    He gradually began to lose his sanity.


    This was the only thought that upied his mind.


    Battling to maintain a semnce of rity, he rose slowly, like a zombie driven by an insatiable thirst for fresh blood, dragging his heavy body step by step toward the bedroom.


    Meanwhile, Lindsey had entirely lost her grip on reality.


    In her hallucinations, she and Domenic were intimately entwined.


    She continuously sought him, calling out his name, desperate to make her hallucinations feel real.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Her clothes had fallen from her body, scattered across the floor.


    Her hands were suspended in the air, as if embracing an invisible figure.


    She remained oblivious to the impending danger.


    The doorknob of the bedroom slowly turned, apanied by a faint creak as the door was pushed open from the outside.


    Hendrix’s eyes were filled with eager greed as he gazed at the nearly naked woman lying on the bed.


    The blood coursing through his body boiled even more intensely.


    Elsewhere, Carole emerged from the dressing room wearing her nightgown, casting a furious look at Domenic, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.


    She contemted how she could win him over.


    She intentionally lowered the neckline of her nightgown, then walked over to him and took hold of his arm.


    “Domenic, it’s gettingte.


    We should go to sleep.


    ”


    She pressed her chest against his arm, rubbing it suggestively several times.


    But Domenic immediately pushed her away, sending her to the other end of the sofa.


    “Carole, I have always treated you with respect.


    Do not make me lose that respect for you tonight,” Domenic said coldly.