I snapped, my voice was cold, "I'm telling you—anyone who lays a finger on me will regret it."
The hallway fell silent for a beat. Then Eliza's voice floated out from inside the room, syrupy sweet. "Don't be scared! This is just part of the game!"
"If you can handle the pressure and still finish the challenge, it shows you truly have sincerity, right?"
The men exchanged glances—then grinned.
"Well, if it's part of the game, we can't disappoint, can we?"
"Sorry in advance, Miss. We won't hold back!"
Before I could react, countless hands were suddenly reaching toward me.
The cold shock of unfamiliar touches made my entire body stiffen.
I jerked away instinctively and bolted toward the door—but someone grabbed me from behind, yanking me back.
"Oh—she's running! Another part of the challenge, huh?"
"Makes it more exciting!"
Someone hooked my ankle, and I stumbled forward, crashing onto the sofa.
Laughter erupted around me as several bodies closed in, their weight pinning me down.
Panic surged through my chest—my breath coming in tight, painful bursts.
I clawed at my dress, refusing to let it be pulled away. "Let go of me—!"