The man dragged Claire upstairs and kicked open a door.
Inside was a makeshift guestroom, hastily arranged at a glance.
The Taylors' mansion had always been a spotless, respectable household. Could such things really happen at their parties? Impossible.
From Amanda she had learned that only prominent guests ever attended the Taylors' gatherings. Even Mike had once been punished by his grandfather for hosting a few parties.
It was obvious now. This had been planned deliberately, and she was the target.
The thought made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
The man threw her onto the bed, sneering as he pulled several toys from his pocket.
Claire's face turned deathly pale, her body chilled to the bone.
She would rather die than be degraded to death by a man like this. If she must die, she wanted at least to die with dignity.
