I was about to turn around when I felt someone behind me but what I didn't expect was something that suddenly covered my nose. I can't help but smell what's in my nose that causes me to feel sleepy, my lids are gradually getting heavier, and I'm trying to fight the sleepiness. I feel tired but I'm still trying to fight the men in front of me. I know that any minute from now I will fall because I can already feel the melatonin gradually enveloping me.
I just realized that someone was lifting me. I felt I was already in the van before I lost consciousness.
I woke up when I felt the pain in my cheek caused by being slapped. I still didn't open my eyes, I am feeling like I was in a room and I was sitting on a steel chair and my hands were tied to the back of the chair as well as my feet. I feel so many people are in this room. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4... 5... There are 15 people in this room and one of them I also think is the man in front of me now.
I felt something was going to hit me I didn't even avoid it or even open my eyes, I just wait for that something to hit my face but someone stopped his attempt to slap me by speaking.
"Stop, she's awake." a man suddenly spoke. I opened my eyes and the first thing that greeted me was the dazzling light coming from the room light. I looked around and I was right, there were 15 men inside the room, they were all like guards and I looked in front of me and saw a man who looked like he slapped me.
He has the guts to slap me huh let's see. Bitch.
I look at the man who just entered the room. I saw the man who looked like he was 30 plus looking at his face. He looks familiar but I just don't know where and when but I know I've seen him.
"Hello dear" he's grinning like evil while looking at me. I felt disgusted by that because of the way he looks at me. Fuck I think I know where this is going.
"Why am I here?" I asked him while giving him a deadly glare.
"hmm, you don't remember my dear" while he was saying that, he was grinning like a maniac, there was some kind of emotion in his eyes that I didn't like the most. I'm starting to don't like it here. I am feeling bad about this.
"Who are you?" I asked him coldly. he just laughed at me like an idiot. he was laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh dear, how could you not remember not a single memory? Poor you." He would tease me but I didn't show that I was annoyed by what he was saying. I can't remember anything no matter how hard I try to think of where I saw him, there isn't any.
"I said, who are you?" I don't wanna play with him anymore because I feel that the longer I stay here, the more I feel that something bad will happen to me. I don't like it. I don't like to be here.
By the way, I pressed the button that was placed on the side of my pants because I often put the tracker there because like now I'm tied at this chair, it's easy for me to press it and I know that my squad knows where I am now.
I came back to myself when I felt a pain in my cheek. Ugh, they like my cheeks like being slapped.
I look at the old man in front of me. I glared at him. I want to leave my seat so I can get revenge on the old man. it's fucking annoying
"If you are not gonna listen to what I am saying then it's okay to give you to my boys" he's fucking grinning while saying that. Fuck this is what I am saying.
I felt nervous when I saw how many people suddenly appeared in front of me and the way they looked at me was like they were going to eat me alive.
Fuck! Where are they?! Why is my squad taking so long?! Didn't they know I was in danger?! Fuck this!! I am fucking handle myself but this time there is no longer have chance to escape. I am also tied to the steel chair which made it difficult to get out of this chair.
First time in my life I am wishing that someone will help me. The fear became visible in my eyes when they started to walk toward me.
"Fuck! somebody help me!" I'm starting to panic and screaming out loud. I am screaming to death when they are finally in front of me wearing the lust on their faces, especially their eyes, it's full of lust that makes my knees weak.
I was already struggling in my seat when a man touched my thigh. I continue to scream and I can feel the tears starting to fall.
But suddenly everything stopped when a man suddenly fell and he's the one who grabbed my thigh. I couldn't speak but tears kept falling from my eyes. My vision is also blurry because of tears but my eyes can see the man who is fighting among the men.
I couldn't see his face because of the blur of my vision but I could watch how much he knocks down those men around him. How he kicks a man on his side in the face. How full of his every move in the fight. The way he moves his body, the way he moves his hands to point a gun at a man. Only the sound of gunshots could be heard in the room and in less than five minutes the men who almost raped me had run out.