The clothing in her mouth still absorbed her saliva, leaving her gasping for air and water. Her nose was blocked. In fact, whatever causing the blockage was going up her nostrils, numbing her nose with its foul smell.
Once again, a hot liquid splashed over her face, which dripped to her ears. A low groan came right after.
The white liquid covering every centimetre of her face made her appear like an art piece. But the painter had mistakenly poured too much of the wrong paint.
She didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, hours or even the whole night. Her head was hazy, and four of her senses were pretty useless.
She wasn't even sure if she was alive or dead from the lack of senses and doubted if her soul and body were with one another until the next sensation came.
Her breathing, which sounded like a horrible flute or a gust of wind from an opening in the unproperly closed window, became fast-paced as the man's hand caressed her abdomen to spread his semen.
She wanted to gag, but that wasn't possible. She was thankful but also regretful for not eating after she had showered in the hotel.
"Huh? How do you like that? I never expected to have this dream come true, to f*ck you as you cry and cover you with my semen." He then proceeded to lick his bodily fluid from her stomach and spread it over her pale lips. He laughed as he muttered, "I have to thank him for giving me this chance..."
As the pilot continued to admire his work, touching her soft skin and coping not to throw up from the suffocating smell, Eirene, at last, mustered to open her eyes. But in a split second, she had to close them. She had to lightly blink a couple of times to dismiss the semen on top of them.
Through her blurry vision and doing her best to feel whichever part of her body, she managed to twitch the toes and fingertips. Soon, like getting into a bath after being out in the snow, she could feel energy and blood flowing.
Her breathing once again quickened when she noticed that she couldn't feel her leg with the other leg. All she could feel were crumpled sheets and some clothes underneath.
But she didn't take action just yet. She wasn't about to get her hopes up to find out it was hopeless.
The breath she took to calm herself came to a halt when a stomach-turning feeling took over her brain. The man had taken an interest in her breasts and was licking and sucking them, especially the erected pink centre. It felt like millions of insects were dancing on her skin as if they were in a club.
From her heart, she wanted to commit murder at the moment. But she had to concentrate and live for her family...
When she was sure he was wholly focused on her breasts, she scratched her ankles against the sheets.
"Ugg!" Eirene gasped but instantly regretted when the man's movements paused.
"Fu fu." The pilot chuckled and raised to speak beside her ear. "Is it that good that you forget you are being r*ped?" She didn't answer. Not only she couldn't speak, but the question was bullsh*t. "As you wish, I'll give you more." He licked her ear again before he bent back down and resumed more aggressively, biting her and pinching her.
Inaudibly, she sighed in relief. She also thanked the heavens for making the man so stupid and oblivious. Not to mention his horrible skills.
Eirene carefully did the same motion again. As she had discovered earlier, her legs were not bound anymore.
As soon as she realised that, she wasn't sticking around to be bound again.
After confirming her left heel was still intact, she soundlessly raised her leg and kicked the man's side stomach with much strength she had.
"UGH!!"
The corner of her lips twitched in satisfaction and happiness as she felt the meat under her shoes and heard the pained grunt.
As expected, her foot was soon removed from the spot, and a hand was wrapped around her neck, clearly with the intent of kill. "YOU B*TCH!! YOU B*TCH!"
In the dark, the actress did not resist nor showed her discomfort. Instead, she stared right back into his eyes without any emotions, even when the second hand came and she could no longer breathe.
Although she was getting light-headed and wanted to breathe so badly, she didn't think of averting her eyes from the man, even if she died.
She wanted to engrave her existence and her eyes into his brain and haunt him for the rest of his life, knowing that he messed with the wrong person.
She wanted him to never forget about her, and her name, and when his life gets miserable and hopeless, it was because of her.
She was on the very edge of losing consciousness and possibly her life from suffocation when s heard a male voice other than his.
"... did a great job. I'll inform her about this..."
Suddenly he removed his hands from her neck, and the clothing in her mouth was removed, which allowed her to come back to life.
After her breathing steadied, she realised the man was no longer on top of her. Next thing she knew, there was a man in black standing right next to where she lay, looking down at her with glowing blue eyes. Everything else about him was covered.
In an instant, she forgot how to breathe. The air in the windpipe stopped midway back as she stared back the eyes like two full moons in the city night.
The figure's hand reached out to her. She embraced herself for the impact of pain. But instead, she was represented by a bottle of water with the lid removed.
Although it felt like her throat would get a hand and snatched that out of his hands, she didn't make a move.
The man obviously knew the pilot, and there was no way she could trust him blindly, even on her deathbed. She'd rather die from dehydration than fall for their tricks and die stupidly trusting her abusers.
"Ms Queen, I have no interest in you. Please drink this. It's not drugged." The figure's voice was deep and too calm for Eirene's liking.
When she still didn't reach out to drink it, he sighed and raised her up from the bed since her hands were still tied at the back. He then roughly wiped the semen off her face before he brought the water near her mouth, and she unwillingly drank it.
She took in the water like a withered hydrangea.
Since it was a small bottle, she finished it in a matter of seconds. Wordlessly, the man got another bottle of water and watered her, all the while Eirene kept eye contact.
Although he was faced with her naked body, he seemed to give no reaction whatsoever and treated her as if he was treating a plant.
After three bottles, she felt that it was enough.
When she finally looked up, she noticed that the pilot, along with the rifle that was pointed at her forehead, was long gone and there were only three people, if the person sleeping at the end of the room was still there.
"My apologies for not preparing a contraceptive before. But I do have after-pills. Please take it," said the man. He almost sounded like a robot if not for the hint of warmth.
In his opened hand was a full blister pack of sky-blue pills with numbers written on top of each.
Although there was no way she could get pregnant, it was more than clear, the man was not taking a no for an answer.
The man popped two pills into his gloved hands and brought another water bottle. He fed her the pill and then the water.
After that, he pushed the woman back onto the bed and tied her ankles. This time, the zip tie was replaced with a thick rope, like in cowboy movies.
The rope scraped her skin, and she felt the little dead ends pocking her tissues.
She hissed, but the man showed no emotions. He did it with such a calm and relaxed manner that she doubted if he had a sane mind.
He even took away her clothes and shoes she could have used to escape with what seemed like a faint smile.
He rolled her naked body so that she lay on her belly. It made it hard for her to move. He then walked out of the cabin with her belongings wordlessly. The only things the man did to her which were considered good were watering her and not stuffing her mouth as he left.
In the dark, Eirene struggled to turn over. Thankfully, the pillow was not dirty as she had expected, and her face was safe from what her body was suffering.
Moments later, she heard a person coming into the cabin. She feared that either the pilot or the jealousy-crazed woman came back to beat her up, but she instead found Issac.
The young man didn't seem to know what had and was the situation, until he turned on the light and found the actress naked with multiple visible injuries all over her body.
He immediately rushed to her and turned her over just to smell the musky smell of man's ejaculation.
He seemed to understand in a heartbeat as he gasped audibly and covered his mouth. But unlike the b*tch, he didn't beat her when the pilot made a move on her. He still had a sense of morality, unlike the three.
Issac wiped her body with a towel, soaked it with warm water and even gave her clothes to wear, a pair of airline pyjamas. And when he found that he couldn't untie the rope on her ankle to wear trousers, he got a spare skirt for the cabin attendants and fitted her into it. All the while in silence.
After cleaning and providing her with clothes, he led her to the next bed, where the sheets weren't dirtied. He lay her down gently and placed an open bottle of water with a straw next to the bed so that she can reach it.
"Thank you." She thanked him.
Issac nodded. This time, he wasn't shy about looking into her eyes.
As soon as he left and the cabin was engulfed by the dark, Eirene slid off the bed and hopped to the end of the room with the help of bed poles.
As expected, she found a person sleeping with steady breathing. "I know you are awake, Luca."
The young pilot slowly opened his emerald-like eyes and stared right into her eyes.