Despite being in a stupor, Janice was still asking for help meekly.
“Please... Send me back. I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want to play anymore…”
The man who was calling for her to chug earlier pulled her up.
“Stop pretending, we barely even started yet. All of us have brought out our best collection of liquor, and you think you can leave just like that before we’re satisfied?” he said and grabbed the nearest glass of whisky before pouring it into Janice’s mouth roughly.
Struggling in misery, Janice pressed her lips together tightly, and all the alcohol which couldn’t get in were spilled out, soaking her clothes as she whimpered weakly.
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