Amelia looked at Alexia with resentment.
The memories from her last life, when she was sent to that brothel, resurfaced, and all those laughing faces that had mocked her while touching her in places she never thought she would allow a stranger to touch resurfaced in her head.
Her vision blurred for a second as helplessness paired with anxiousness made her body jerk in its place.
Amelia was fighting whatever chemical was injected into her body. The adrenaline rush fought against the synthetic chemical, and she groaned, her fingers twitching.
She had never thought that her little retaliation would result in this outcome. But if they expected her to bow down and take their bullying just like the last life, they were wrong.
Amelia's body shivered as a muffled cry left her mouth.
She wasn't going to let these rogues strip her down and do what they wanted to do just because she was weak.
