Warning : R-18. Chapter contains scenes that may trigger sexual harassment which are not suitable for sensitive and/or very young audiences. Read at your own risk.
The following days became even harder for Portia. Everytime she rejects Zico, the bullying intensifies. It was tiring. But Portia wanted to graduate. She believed all of it will soon be over. Somehow, that mysterious guy really motivated her to not give up. She believes that there are still those people in the university who are sane enough to exclude themselves from those who are making fun of her. Some of them may even want to help her but are just too scared. That thought was enough for her to keep going.
She silently and attentively walked along the seemingly quiet corridor. It was supposed to be one of her busy days where she always has to run from those who find bullying her a way to kill time but somehow, it felt different. She was curious as to why the long hallway is empty. She was the only one there. She kept looking from side to side waiting for someone to suddenly appear and throw or splash something at her. But surprisingly, nothing came.
They must be tired already. That was what she thought.
She went to the comfort room and went inside one of the cubicles. She was fixing her jeans when suddenly, a group of girls poured a whole trashcan in her cubicle. The stinking smell of the garbage quickly found its way to stick to her clothes. Now, she smells like a walking garbage can.
She wanted to cry once more. She has classes to attend to but she doesn't know what to do anymore. She stinks and everyone in their class will focus on teasing her more rather than listening to the professor who might also just laugh at her or send her out.
She was about to go out and just walk home when a group of students went inside. There were three girls and five boys. The boys looked like they're plotting something malicious to her and it immediately made her knees weak. Help. That's what she needs right now.
She wants to scream. She already know what's bound to happen but she can't do anything. Even if she shouts, no one will come for her unless that mysterious guy hears her.
"What do you want?" She managed to speak. Bravery still evident in her voice.
"What? Are you scared?" The girl in the left side with a high ponytail asked her.
Portia tried so hard to maintain her straight face. Like the usual, she doesn't want to give them the satisfaction that she's scared. Soon, they'll lost interest in her. She just needs to hang on till that time comes.
"You look like you're not scared." Another girl spoke. "Makes me want to make you actually scared." She smirked. Portia's heartbeat doubled.
"You can't scare me." Portia fired back. "You know what, I actually feel sorry for you." She said as she look at them one by one.
"What?" The right girl was immediately insulted. "How dare you say that? You're nothing but a trash here!"
"You really think doing these things make you superior to others? It doesn't. This is not cool. This will never be. I don't care if you think of me and treat me like a trash. Because in the end, I'll still feel sorry for all of you. If you're doing this to flatter him, then I must say that being a trash is way better than acting like dogs yet staying unnoticed." The girl in the middle grabbed Portia's hair aggressively. She yelped in pain.
"You have no right to talk to me like that!" The girl shouted in gritted teeth.
"You have no right to do this to me!" Portia yelled as well also grabbing the girl's hair.
The other two girls helped their friend and also pulled Portia's hair. They scratched her arms and face leaving wounds in her.
The boys laughed at them and pulled the girls away from Portia. They were still trying to grab her and shoot daggers through their eyes but the tight grip from the guy's kept they from getting near her.
"Leave her to us." One of the boys said with a malicious smirk. Portia's eyes widened.
No. Please No.
She thought to herself. Her body is aching all over and she's not sure if she still can fight back. She took some steps backward with wobbly knees as they approach her.
"Stay away!" She desperately shouted even though she knew it was no help.
"What? You're scared now?" The guy nearest to her asked as he eye her from head to toe. He then licked his lips which made Portia shivered in fear. She can feel her hands trembling and her tears starting to fall from her eyes.
This is just a dream. Wake me up. Please, wake me up.
One guy grabbed her arm. She screamed and tried to loosen his grip. Her other arm was grabbed by another one and she started moving and wagging her arms while crying and screaming for help.
"Help! Please help me! Is anybody out there?!" She shouted at the top of her lungs while they continue to make fun of her.
She's trying to get away from them desperately while all they do was laugh at her.
"This bitch is such an entertain." Portia winced in pain when one of the guys slapped her. If only they weren't holding her arms, she would've collapsed to the ground now.
"Now, let's start the show." She saw the girl earlier took a camera out of one of their bags and started filming her.
"No! Stop that!" She shouted angrily. "I'll make all of you pay for doing this to me!" She bravely exclaimed and they laughed like it was some funny joke.
"Oh, you're mad now?" One of the guy with shaved head went near her and licked her ear. Portia cried even more.
"Please stop." She whispered.
"What? I can't hear you." The guy playfully asked.
"Please... stop it. Stop this." She cried weakly.
They laughed at her desperation. She wanted to continue shouting for help she knew it was no use. They wouldn't help her even if they heard her.
Portia screamed when she heard the tearing sound of her blouse. The guy who licked her ears tore her blouse and her underwear showed as well as her body. She tried covering up but the two guys who are holding her arms stopped her.
"Please stop! I'm begging you!" She cried but it's as if they didn't heard her.
She doesn't know what to do in order to stop them. And worst, everything is being filmed!
Her eyesight started to get blurry and she can't hear properly anymore. Her body felt numb and tired. She just wants to end everything.
Why is this happening to her? She just wants to study, graduate and help her mother. Why does she have to experience this?
Just because she refused to know him? Just because she doesn't want to involve herself with him?
One of them is about to grope her breasts when the door sprang open revealing a heavily breathing Zico. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks fuming mad.
When his eyes landed upon her helpless state, his emotions intensified and he angrily shouted.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!" His voice roared not just inside the restroom but through the hallways and corridors. The guys who were holding her arm let go of her and Portia took the chance to cover herself and wiped her tears. She was so shocked to see Zico like that but she had to take care of herself first.
She screamed in surprise when Zico grabbed the guy who tore her blouse and punched him straight to his face. He also grabbed another and kicked his stomach. That's what the did to the guys.
He angrily glanced at the girls and saw the camera in of their hands. Zico's eyebrow furrowed and he immediately pulled it out of their hands.
The video was played and Portia cried again when she heard herself desperately crying for help. Zico was enrage even more that he wanted to punch the girls but he didn't. He's not the type who lay his hands on women. Instead, he kicked the guys again one by one before proceeding to Portia who backed away from him in fear.
His expression turned gentle as he stared at her.
"Don't be scared. I'm here already. I won't let them hurt you again." His voice hypnotized her and she didn't notice him removing his coat and covering it to her.
He carried her in his arms and his manly scent drove Portia's fear away. Zico walked out of the restroom carrying Portia and all the students watched in awe.
"No one touches my girl!" He shouted before walking away while still carrying Portia.