CHAPTER 122

ARIA’S POV

The room I've been thrust into is enveloped in pitch darkness, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. With my heart racing, I struggle to make sense of my surroundings, feeling a sense of unease creep over me in the blackness.

I attempt to open the door, but it's firmly locked, sealing me inside. Panic surges through me as I hear the unmistakable sound of sinister laughter behind me. Dread washes over me, and I realize with a sinking feeling that I'm trapped in this dark and ominous room with no means of escape.

As I feel the arms of that man around my waist, instinct takes over and I lash out, striking him with all the force I can muster. My actions are fueled by fear and desperation, driven by the primal need to defend myself against this unknown threat.

“You bitch! I should have drugged you first!”

Now it's confirmed— the host— is indeed either Sophia or Brad, and their plan was to drug me and trap me in this room. The realization solidifies my resolve, and I brace mysel