CHAPTER 129 : APPRECIATING BEAUTY BEFORE SHE DIES
The cloth pressed harder against Eleanora's mouth.
A sharp chemical smell flooded her senses instantly while strong hands restrained her before she could properly react. The glamorous backstage corridor blurred around her vision as voices echoed distantly through the haze.
Bright lights. Rushing footsteps. People laughing somewhere far away. Everything started dissolving into muffled noise.
Eleanora struggled immediately, her fingers clawing weakly against the arm wrapped around her waist. One of the men cursed under his breath before tightening his grip harder.
"Hold her properly."
"She's fighting."
"Don't let her scratch your face like an idiot."
Eleanora's breathing became uneven while her heels dragged roughly against the floor. Her expression looked completely terror-stricken now as she tried turning her head desperately, but another hand gripped her jaw firmly.
"Stay still."
