As she lay her head on the sofa pillow after entering, she found herself even sleepier.
Muddled and about to fall asleep, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a figure walked in.
The room was dark, with only the light from the ocean streaming in.
Unable to see the person's face, Gina Sutton instinctively sensed danger.
She wanted to get up and run outside but found herself unable to muster any strength.
Her body felt weak and foreign to her; just as she tried to sit up, she collapsed back onto the sofa.
The tall man's body pressed down on her; without saying a word, he began to undress her.
"Who are you?" Gina croaked.
The man ignored her, continuing his actions.
"Don't touch me! You're not qualified!" Gina raised her arm to slap him, trying to push him away, but she was powerless at this moment.
The man seemed provoked by her words, let out a cold laugh, and quickened his pace in disrobing her.
