I struggled to cling onto the sofa, trying to give Michael a clue before they took me away. Then, I felt the same stinging pain again. Damn it! They gave me another shot.
The two unique wolf poison shots completely incapacitated me. My limbs became heavy, and I could hardly leave any scratch on the sofa. I tried to focus my sight, but everything around me was becoming blurry.
The man stared at me cautiously. Then, he waved at the fake butler and lifted me.
I used my last ounce of strength to stay conscious, but I didn't dare move for fear that he would give me a third shot.
I used my ears to pick up the sounds around me. Instead of taking the elevator, they laboriously carried me down the stairs one by one. We went straight to the underground garage, where I was thrown into the trunk. The space was so small that they didn't even have to tie my hands and feet.