"No....No.. Please don't... I beg you..."
Those miserable words didn't reach his heart. Perhaps it reached but he didn't feel like taking it to his heart. Was his heart made out of pure hard rock?
"Please, sir. I'll do anything. But...just...don't...beat..me..."
He didn't care to listen to her unbearable voice and slammed his wooden stick with metal nails stuck to it. It was dripping with blood. Perhaps it consumed the blood from her.
He made bow after bow until he became tired enough to strike again.
"It....hurts..." said the girl who was tolerating this severe pain for days now. It is now becoming more of her habit than feeling discomfort from those deadly bows. Was she the fault of those beatings?
Those eyes of her weren't crammed with the guilt for any crime. Instead, It was like she was screaming for help. The hope for help that she abandoned the second day. That day she was not in as bad shape as today. She was crying out for someone who will help her. But the cruel world doesn't care for her. The world only thinks for itself. In other words, the world is selfish like the man who killed his wife for some mere money to gamble in those rusty casinos.
"Not crying today? Did you forget the pain? So, my lessons are going in your head. That's good to hear." said the one beating her. Seeing the girls blossom peeking from her ripped clothes, he said in a lewd way, Oh! today I totally missed that part! Thanks for pointing it out."
Without pausing for a biff moment, he began unhooking his belt and lowered his smelly, dirty pants that were once washed. Slowly but surely he was approaching her with eyes filled with lust. The lust for sexual orientation.
The girl quickly grabbed her uniform, trying to cover her chest although it wasn't enough to cover her entire body. Her child-looking appearance made the man's lust boil. He then grabbed her torn apart unform. By the look of it, it was probably made for high school girls.
He was pulling it rapidly over again and again until the girl falls apart. She who suffer those pain had made her an emotionless doll. She became the cheerless girl she didn't want to be. In her school, she was the ideal everyone wants to be. The person everyone dreams to be. Because of that, Her most of friends were jealous of her. Not because she was good at everything but because she was pretty enough to make any boy's heart move. The moment any guy saw her, they would definitely fall for her. It wasn't her fault, she wasn't like some prostitute who seeks pleasure. She was just a well-mannered, beautiful high school girl.
As she was remembering her life from a few days ago when she was going to school with joy, she began shutting her sights like the dead. She realized the brutality of this world and the people of the world too soon of her age.
Will I die in this place? will this filthy beast still gonna ramp me after I die? she was asking those questions that had no answer.
"Hey, who's there?" In an instant, a knife came out flying from nowhere, slicing the naked man's chick. He began throbbing violently. Her vision was blurry. Moreover, it was so quick that she couldn't grasp it. She opened her eyes wide open in search of the person who made the throw. It was not a one but two who came to save her.
"Max, you don't have to toss it so fast. That dude might have killed there."
"Huh? where are you started giving lecture again? I do what needed to do." Max replied.
"I'm not giving a brat a lecture. It's advice from an elder. Besides, help her." Jack said with a wise tone.