Aurelia's eyes snapped open with a jolt, her head pounding like a drum in a rock concert. The VIP suite's morning light filtered through heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the king-sized bed where she lay tangled in silk sheets. Her mouth tasted like cotton soaked in regret, and nausea churned in her stomach. Fragments of the night crashed back, dancing wildly in the bar, the blur of the restroom doors, rough hands grabbing her, tearing at her clothes. Then, strong arms lifting her, a deep voice murmuring safety. But the face... it slipped away, hazy and indistinct, like a dream she couldn't grasp.She groaned, pressing her palms to her temples, the events replaying in staccato bursts: the slap across her cheek, the belt binding her wrists, the leader's cock thrusting out obscenely. Panic clawed at her chest, but it faded into shaky relief. Someone had saved her. Who?The door creaked open, and Mira slipped in, balancing a small tray with a steaming mug and a plate of what looke
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