?Chapter 727:


    “We need to get out of here, now,” I said urgently, my voice shaky with anxiety.


    “It’s toote,” Martin muttered, slumping against the wall. His voice was rough and low, like he was fighting to stay awake.


    “What do you mean?” I asked, my frown deepening, fear creeping up my spine.


    “Haven’t you figured it out?” Martin’s gaze locked onto mine, intense and piercing. “All of this… it’s Antoni’s doing.” He took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself before continuing. “Antoni lured you to rescue me, and then he sent the soldiers after us, driving us into this trap. I think… I think he wants us to… sleep together.”


    His words hit me like a p to the face, and suddenly it clicked—the pursuers had deliberately driven us to this hospital, like they were herding us into a corner.


    My heart was pounding in my chest, anxiety making my breath shallow. I fought against the urge that was rising inside me, my mind struggling to stay focused. I spun around and rushed toward the warehouse door, grabbing the handle with desperation and yanking it with all my strength. But it didn’t budge.


    Frustrated, I tried again, throwing my weight into it, but the door remained solidly in ce.


    “Damn it! That’s exactly what he’s after,” I muttered under my breath, realizing the door was barricaded from the other side. In my frustration, I kicked it hard, my foot connecting with the metal with a resounding thud.


    Just as I turned and was about to ask Martin what we should do next, I saw him already copsed on the floor. His hands were nted on the floor as he struggled to breathe, his body trembling.


    rm shot through me, and without thinking, I rushed to his side to help him.


    Yet, the moment my hand brushed Martin’s arm, he flinched as if I’d scalded him. With a sudden, almost violent jerk, he shook me off so forcefully that I stumbled back, nearly losing my footing before managing to steady myself.


    “Don’t touch me!” Martin snarled, his eyes zing with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. The veins on his forehead stood out, pulsing with the strain, and his face was a portrait of agony and inner turmoil. His voice, low and guttural, carried a warning edge as he growled, “I can’t hold on much longer.”


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    His wild demeanor startled me, and instinctively, I backed away, putting a safe distance between us. My voice was small and shaky as I timidly asked, “Are you… are you okay?”


    Martin didn’t reply. His breathing grew faster, more ragged, like a man grappling with an invisible force. “The drug’s effects… they’re too strong. I’m… losing control…”


    His words hung heavy in the air, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. They burned with a dangerous intensity, an almost feral hunger that made my heart race wildly. His gaze wasn’t just unsettling—it was predatory.


    “Martin, please… calm down,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like prey frozen under the sharp re of a predator.


    But my words couldn’t reach him. He staggered forward, his movements erratic, and then lunged at me.


    “Ah!” I yelped, twisting in a desperate attempt to dodge. But my body, already weakened by the drug, betrayed me. My limbs felt heavy and useless, leaving me no time to react.


    Before I could escape, Martin collided into me, his weight sending us both crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my skull as the back of my head smacked against the hard surface, but I barely registered it. My voice rose in panic. “Martin! Stop! Let me go! Please… hold on!”


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