John takes her to his room

"You're coming with me, Lydia," John said, his voice low and menacing as he reached out to grab her arm.

Lydia struggled weakly against John's grip, her words slurred and incoherent as she tried to resist. "What are you doing?" she mumbled, her eyes wide with fear as she looked up at John. John's grip tightened on her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her towards him. "You're coming with me, Lydia, we are calling the police." he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

Camila watched the scene unfold with a sly smile on her face, her eyes flickering between John and Lydia as she waited for her cue. "Call the police, Camila," John said, his voice sharp and demanding.

"No, please don't," Lydia begged, her voice slurred and **** as she tried to pull her arm free from John's grip. "I didn't do anything, I swear." John's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned in closer to Lydia. "Oh, Lydia, you're so drunk," he whispered, his hot breath against her ear making her shiver. "You don't even know what you've done."

"I will not put up with people stealing from my family, call the police, Camila," John repeated, his voice low and menacing as he dragged Lydia towards the house.

As John dragged Lydia towards the house, her eyes darted back and forth between him and Camila, a **** plea for help written across her face. "Please, John, don't call the police," Lydia begged, her voice slurred and trembling. "I'll do anything, just forget this happened, okay?"

John's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin as he pulled her closer to him. "Anything, Lydia?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What exactly do you mean by anything?"

Lydia's eyes locked onto John's, a **** glint in her own gaze.

"I'll do anything, John," Lydia slurred, her eyes locked onto his, a **** glint in her gaze. "Just please, don't call the police. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." John's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned in closer to Lydia. "But I think we can come to some sort of arrangement."assistant

"What kind of arrangement?" Lydia asked, her voice trembling as she struggled to maintain her balance, her eyes darting back and forth between John and Camila.

John's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he leaned in closer to Lydia, his hot breath against her ear making her shiver. "I bet you fucked a lot of producers in Hollywood," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You will show me what you learned." Lydia's eyes widened in horror as she struggled to comprehend the implications of John's words, her mind reeling from the vodka.

"No, John, please," Lydia begged, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away from him, but John's grip on her arm only tightened. "I didn't do anything like that, I swear."

John's laughter echoed through the room, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Lydia's spine. "You're a terrible liar, Lydia," he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement as he scooped her up in his arms, her legs dangling helplessly in the air.

John carried Lydia up the stairs, her legs limp and unresponsive as she hung in his arms. "You're going to make this so worth my while, Lydia," he whispered, his hot breath against her ear making her shiver. As they reached the top of the stairs, John kicked open the door to his room, revealing a dimly lit space with a massive bed in the center.

"Put me down," Lydia mumbled, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled to regain her bearings. John chuckled, a low, menacing sound, as he tossed her onto the bed.

John's laughter echoed through the room as he loomed over Lydia, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. "Strip," he ordered, his voice low and menacing. Lydia hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between John and the door, but she knew she had ****. She began to fumble with the buttons on her shirt, her fingers trembling as she struggled to undo them.