"What are you doing? Stop!" Belinda clutched at the chest of her clothes. Desperation was in her eyes when she suddenly let out an empty laugh. It felt like it was hopeless for her to get away now. She wished someone could show up and help her. What was happening to her was just too hard to believe.
"What am I doing? It's rather 'who am I doing.' Come on, hot stuff. You and I are going to have a wonderful time tonight." The man took off his clothes and tossed them on the ground. It was then that he started to haul Belinda towards the roadside.
"Ah! Let me go, you bastard! You son of a bitch! Pervert!" She struggled and cursed but the drunken man was bulky and strong. Getting out of his clutches just seemed impossible.
"Come here, hottie." There was a lewd smile on the man's face.
"Don't come closer! You will regret it!" Belinda hugged herself tightly. Horror and tears flooded her face as she looked at the man. ...
Help! Duke! Help me! Duke!" Belinda cried and screamed. She kept kicking with all her strength. However, her resistance did not make anything better as this just aroused the man even more. He put her hands above her head and held them with one hand as he started to unbuckle his belt with his other. Belinda felt like vomiting just by seeing the gross horny look on the man's face. Her mind went blank.
"Yeah! That's right! Scream! Nobody's coming to help you! They can't hear you ..." The man wasn't able to finish his sentence when a sudden beam of light appeared. He looked up but he couldn't even open his eyes. The light was too bright. A sound of a car pierced through the air then stopped abruptly. Before the fat man realized what was going on, he already received a kick and fell on the ground on his fours like a huge meatball. No doubt the person who kicked him was burning with wrath and had exerted as much strength as he could.
Duke's eyes were filled with anger. He kept kicking the man as if he wanted him dead right away. The next kick was always harder than the last one. Based on the grim air that surrounded Duke, it seemed that he wouldn't calm down unless he was sure the man was at least crippled.
Belinda curled up with her arms crossed over her chest to cover her exposed skin. She was in a shock. Duke went over to her and attempted to carry her in his arms. The sight of her pained him so much that his hands were trembling. Seeing someone was approaching made Belinda scoot backward in horror.
"No! Don't touch me! Please!" she screamed. Her hair was a mess. Her body was covered with bruises and small cuts from gravel.
"Belinda, it's me. Shh, it's okay. I'm taking you home." Belinda was barely with any clothes on. Looking at her, Duke felt heartbroken. His eyes were wet. He was remorseful.
"Home ..." Belinda murmured. Her eyes looked dully ahead. She still hadn't recovered from the shock.
Yes, home. So don't push me away. We'll go home together, okay?" Duke said quietly. He hated himself for what had happened to Belinda. He knew this place was remote and dark but he had left her here alone anyway just because he had been angry with her. He felt he was such a jerk.
"I want to go home. Please hurry. Take me home now." Belinda suddenly got very agitated. She grabbed Duke's arms, shook him and begged him to get her out of there as soon as possible.
"Okay. Let's go home right now." Duke carried her to his car quickly. Belinda's clothes had been torn apart. Duke put his coat on Belinda and took her into his arms tightly.
"You said you would never abandon me under any circumstances. You promised." Belinda muttered to herself.
Her eyes were lifeless as if she was lost in her own world.
"Belinda, "I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have left you there alone." Duke kissed her head repeatedly. A feeling that he had lost and found her again was cruising all over him. She was so fragile and helpless. The guilt in Duke's heart was so overwhelming, he lifted his hand and slapped himself twice. Belinda was startled by the loud sounds. She raised her head and gazed at the red mark on Duke's face.
Does it hurt?" Her slender hand reached for his face hesitantly and timidly. She felt bad for him, but thinking of the injury in her palm, she withdrew her hand.
"It's nothing compared to the pain you are going through." Right now, he was convinced that Belinda cared about him even at this moment when she was both physically and mentally hurt. It touched him so much that tears streamed down his eyes. He had never cried for anything before and her forgiveness made him feel ashamed.
"I want to go home. I don't want to stay here any longer." Belinda looked out of the car window, shaking.
"Don't be afraid. I'm right beside you." Duke kissed her on the lips and straightened the coat wrapped around her. Having buckled her seat belt, he started the car slowly without looking at the man who was still huddling painfully on the ground. Duke dialed a number on the vehicular telephone.
"Hello, Mr. Leng. What can I do for you?" Mr. Yi, the chief of Public Security Bureau, checked the time. It was late and Duke scarcely contacted him. He wondered why Duke was calling.
"Mr. Yi, please pick somebody up on the path from National Road 702 to the beach. He committed an attempted rape and physical assault. I hope the police can handle this matter properly and let this thug learn his lesson. I don't accept settlement out of court. You do what you do."
Duke hung up immediately and put his phone aside. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Apparently, the fat man had touched a nerve and he was going to pay for what he had done. The car started to speed up.
Belinda had been quiet, motionless, and cringing in the passenger seat. The drunken man's hands had been all over her. She felt dirty although the man didn't get what he had wanted. She was old-fashioned and committed in relationship. Those touches crushed her.
Different from the suburb, the city center's night was as bright as daytime. Duke had been checking on Belinda all the way. She hadn't said a word after he had smacked himself. She neither cried nor yelled. He didn't disturb her silence. Words were hollow and pointless at this point.
It was very late when they got to the Leng's residence. The night was tranquil. Duke opened the car door and carried Belinda out. Belinda didn't struggle. She was like a puppet in his arms as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
I want to take a bath. Belinda finally spoke when Duke put her on the bed.
Okay. Wait here. I'm going to run water for you. He replied in a gentle and low voice, trying to do whatever and he could to make her feel better.
Belinda didn't say anything in response. She just pulled the oversize coat. Her body was stiff. She had gotten many bruises and scrape from the fall. It hurt too much when she made a move.