'Stop! I don't want to be a rapist!'

What does it know? The b.a.s.t.a.r.d he hated to death, Floyd, was a known rapist, somebody who had no respect for the femininity of the opposite s.e.x. He was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d too, but he wouldn't stoop that low just to live up to this t.i.tle. The deed being consensual only to one party was no different from s.e.xual a.s.sault.

'... It's not whether I like her or not. Doing that because one side is drugged is just way too disrespectful to the other party. So I'm resisting it, b.a.s.t.a.r.d!'

d.a.m.n! Chris thought that he wouldn't even be in a situation like this where he had to totter in between two dangerous cliffs were it not for his current condition. He wanted to kill himself for being careless, despite knowing that he was not actually to be blamed since the appearance of somebody with a weapon from the system was not really easy to relate to the a.s.sa.s.sination of a non-host.

He closed his eyes as to not have more demonic thoughts regarding the face closing in to his, then he mouthed desperately, "Alessa, release me... You don't have any idea how precarious both our situations are right now..."

'That new host must be also releasing news about what occurred here right now...' He tried to distract himself.

"Yours is obviously bad. But what's precarious about me?"

As though realization was finally catching up with the woman, thinking back to why his temperature was so high and why he requested to be cooled off under water, her voice trailed off softly at the last three words of her question.

She widened her eyes and asked in disbelief, "Aphrodisiac... I-It's that malicious? And they were supposed to use it on me?"

As much as Chris would love to sarcastically tell her about the extent of evilness her half-sister had arranged for her, he really had to leave, so he summoned all his remaining strength to shake off the soft hand giving him sinful impulses and throw himself out of the door that finally opened. Anyway, Alessa was not an idiot, hence, she would definitely realize the real plan in store for her. That she was only to be killed after being tortured inside out for 24 hours.

"Chris!"

Behind him, the woman who staggered some steps back called out worriedly.

The pain she felt in her chest... She didn't know if it was due to the poison he received in her stead, or the fact that he resisted his l.u.s.tful thoughts against her.

She knew she should feel for being respected and not being forcefully taken under the influence of a drug or anything, yet deep within her, something was aching and screaming of sadness for not being looked at, and loved, even physically.

While watching his back disappear from the brightly lit hallway, she laughed mockingly to herself.

'I should really meet up with a psychiatrist. I'm so unreasonable and hopeless.'

After a few seconds, she couldn't stop herself from dialing Aura and Diaz' phone...