** Andria's POV**
I sat there as I looked at the man behind us. He might be drunk, but that was what scaring me more. What if he was planning something horrible? Michael sat beside me, a little shocked by the man's presence. He was not wearing his mask, making me cringe at the sight of him. He looked dirty, his yellowish teeth was peeking through his thick mustache as he grinned. His eyes were reddish and yellowish, which made me think if he's got a disease or maybe hepatitis. I clutched over Michael's shirt as he glared at the man, who was still drinking from his bottle of beer.
"Why are you glaring at me like that?" he asked Michael.
"Then don't look at her like that." Michael simply said.
The man pushed himself off of the doorframe and slammed the door shut behind him. His eyes were still fixed on us as he sat on a small table, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm a little jealous." He said. His eyes were shifting gaze at the both of us.
Michael's jaw clenched at his words. We both knew what he was talking about.
He stared at me, his eyes filled with lust. "I wonder how it feels to kiss Miss Andria Roberts." He smirked under his mustache.
My lips twisted at the thought of it. Kissing this ugly and dirty man made me want to puke my guts out. Hell I wanted to run out of this filthy cabin right now.
He sucked in a long breath as he ran his fingers through his sticky hair. I could tell his lust was eating him alive and I just closed my eyes, praying for mercy and that he wouldn't be able to fulfill his plans.
"Michael, can I borrow Miss Andria for a while?" he asked Michael with a grin.
"No." Michael simply said.
He took another swig from his beer as he stood from the small table where he sat, slowly walking on our sides, glaring at me. "Oh God Michael please don't leave my side. I'm so scared." I whispered.
"I won't baby, I won't." he assured, giving me a pat on my hand.
The man snickered. "For the last time Michael, I'm asking you to step aside for I'm going to fuck your girlfriend!"
The words he said sent chills down my spine, making a loud sob escape my mouth. No, I'm not going to be raped, please don't let it happen. I closed my eyes, trying to keep calm. But Michael sat still, not making a move, not even looking at the man.. like nothing had been said. Maybe he was just trying to scare me and pissed Michael off, maybe that was what it was. But his next words proved me wrong.
"Are you fucking deaf!" he growled as he took a few strides towards Michael, grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. To my surprise, he was taller than Michael. "Looks like I'm going to have to force you, right?" he said, slightly lifting Michael up from the ground.
"Do not touch her." Michael muttered. "..please."
The monster smiled. "Ah, please it is?" he said, lowering his arms and looking closely at Michael's face, making his filthiness more visible.
"Yes." Michael said, matching up his deadly gaze. "I'm begging you, do not touch her."
The monster slowly nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "I don't think that's the proper way of begging." His brows rose. "You should kneel down."
There was Silence.
The monster smiled. "You don't have to do it, I'm not forc-"
"I'll do it." Michael said, slowly getting down on his knees. His gaze was on the ground, keeping his last ounce of pride.
I cried from where I sat, looking at Michael and how he begged for him to not touch me. I knew he was mad at that monster with every piece of him, yet there he was begging for his consideration. How I wanted to kill this smelly, soulless monster.
"You did." He said, grabbing a hold of Michael's hair and pulling him up. "But still," he paused for a while, giving me a quick glance and smirking down on Michael. "I still want your girlfriend." He said, giving Michael a hard kick on his stomach. I gasped as I saw him flew across the room, his head and back were hit to the wall. He groaned in pain as he slided down on the floor.
The man quickly grabbed my jaw and pushed me into the ground. "Now, come here baby."
"No, no." I cried, trying to push him off of me. But it didn't help since my shoulder hurted as hell. "Please don't."
He grabbed my left wrist and pressed it against the hard floor as he pushed my face to the side, sliding his tongue from my neck up to my cheek. I closed my mouth tightly as he tried to kiss me on my lips, not wanting to have a taste of his rotting breath.
"This is going to be good." He whispered.
I whimpered in each kiss he made on my neck, as it slowly trailed down on my collarbone. "No..please, don't do this." I begged.
"I'm just gonna do you a big favor honey." I held my breath as his stinky breath made its way to my nose. "I'm gonna do you a favor and give you the pleasure he's not capable of giving."
He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up till it revealed my stomach and chest. He again lowered his head and kissed my stomach as I cried. "Michael..!"
I cried and cried for his name, hoping he would come and help me. My sight became blurry as tears continued to fill my eyes. I heard my blouse being ripped along with the sound of his demonic laugh as he still held my left wrist tightly. I couldn't do anything for my right arm could only do light punches which didn't budge him. I tried kicking him but only made it worse because he moved closer and placed his knees into my sides and pressed me in it.
He was still laughing like an insane demon as he towered down on me, giving me a deadly sinister gaze.
I gasped as he unbuckled his belt, my heart was still drumming inside my chest. And when he started to unbutton and unzip his jeans, that's when my cries became louder, tears seemed to be endless as they rolled down my cheeks. Why was this happening? I didn't do anything to harm others. I didn't aggravate anyone. I didn't deserve this.
A sound was made.
The monster fell on the ground.
Michael stood there, holding a large wood in his hand. "Andria, I'm sorry." His hand reached for me to hold and pulled me to get up. He glanced back down on the unconscious monster lying on the ground before he wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm so scared Michael." I whispered through his chest.
"I'm here baby. Let's go." He took the key that hangs on the belt of the unconscious monster and grabbed my hand to lead us out of the room.
But not before a voice spoke from behind us. "Not so fast." The deep voice said.
Before I made a move and turn my head to where the voice came from, Michael let go of my hand and turned to face the man with a furious gaze. As I turned my head, I gasped at the sight in front of me. Everything happened so fast. Michael took few strides and punched him hard on the face; I heard the sound of his jaw as it cracks under his blazing fist.
"I told you! Not to fucking touch her!" Michael exclaimed, giving him a massive punch. Not giving any chance for his opponent to make a move. He pushed him hard and hit the floor, straddled him and continuously give him his blazing already bruised fists; left and right, punch after punch.
"Michael." I was about to stop him from punching the man and just escape instead when another voice spoke from the door.
"What the fuck is this!" A masked man said, and another three behind him.
The sight of them made me shudder in fear... ... .