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Hanna runs, sweats, gets tired. She is out of breath in a street she thinks she recognizes, but she hasn't found him, Commanzer is nowhere to be seen; yet he left on foot, he can't vanish like that.
It is while catching her breath, holding a street lamp by the side of the road, that she notices that she is barefoot, she straightens up and tries to clear her head when she hears noises behind her. She understands that it is a young man talking to another.
She does not move, stays planted there without really knowing why. But she guesses her concern when a hand lands on her accompanied by a serene "hey". She clenches her fist and shifts aside, not paying attention.
"Hi beauty!" he smiles
Hanna doesn't answer, she wants to slip away but lacks of strength, she just looks away, but so little won't be enough. Whoever just touched her revolves around her
" Why are you ignoring me ? I just wanna talk" he said, but he still gets ghosted
"Don't insist man" mocks his friend "you can see that she is too good for you"
"What are you talking about, shut the fuck up!" he then ogles the young woman from top to bottom and between what he can only judge to be a voluptuous body in his eyes, he notices her bare feet and it makes him curious.
"Why don't you have any shoes, the last one stole them from you? How much is it at night? "
" You kidding ?" Adds his friend" You do not believe that she's a whore?"
"Why not, otherwise what the hell is she doing out barefoot at this hour?"
" I don't know man! Let it go, we're late" he takes his friend hand and forces him to leave.
The other remains there to scrutinize Hanna who is not far from fleeing when he seems convinced by his friend and goes to follow him.
Hanna sighs with relief when the headlights of vehicles shine on her just after, without her turning to see.
As soon as she gets back on the road, she is surprised by someone who holds her back and pulls her.
"Did you really think I was going to let you go?"
She feels pulled, as she tries to struggle, a second one grabs her and she is soon in a vehicle that accelerates like a whirlwind.
She is held by the two young men all along the journey, she hears them laughing, arguing.
The one who holds her is the vilest of the three, he constantly flatters Hanna, and the immense fear is transcribed on her face, and when they are soon arrived, the other shows her a weapon and told her to listen well, not to try to flee, and to let it go. Hanna panics.
She feels the car stopping, the engine going out and the driver getting out and saying they can get off.
They bring her down, she doesn't know where she is, she has no time to pay attention to it, when they hold her up, she falls, her legs bearing the weight of her anxiety, but they lift her up.
Hanna can only see the huge hangar they drive and release her into. Four others disembark from she doesn't know where and hears them talking, and still arguing, she hears one of them telling the other four to go in their businesses and one of them answering "as if you'll be the only one having fun" and his answer "each one will have his piece of pleasure" sounded heavy for her, a terrible shiver ran through her.
She does not immediately hear one of them asking her to get up, but when he shouts, a blade comes out, in spite of herself, trembling, she gets up.
She hides her face in her trembling hands when they smile dirty and between insults and threats, lets appear their lustful desires.
She begs to let her go, but one of them claims "she shouldn't have gone out so late, the streets are dangerous" and that "it would be a shame not to give us such assets, you do not think ?"
" Please ! she begs, "Lord!" she whispers.
The aggression becomes more palpable as they grope her, as she moans in fear, and begs louder and louder to let her go. But that precisely for them comforts them in their posture of aggressors, and even less intend to let such an opportunity pass.
One of them put his arm on her shoulder, licks her cheek "we can settle this quickly and we will all be happy, in silence, okay?"
This revolts her and she tries to free herself but he holds her more firmly. He puts a finger on her belly.
"You're not listening to me, I'm trying to help you here. If you let them do, they won't end." She tries again but she is firmly held and can't stand him fondling her breast.
He continues and in a last maneuver, she screams and fusses in all directions and tries to flee but it was the act of too much. He gets mad and hits her, she falls to the ground and cries.
"You will have sought it"
He bends down, turns her towards him, holds her shirt and unbuttons it all at once, revealing her firm chest in a light blue bra. She tries to struggle but they are two on her.
After praising the merits of this body always with their salacious airs, one began to grope while the other pulled her dress and the third filmed with his smartphone while foaming his crotch.
She tried as best she could to struggle but couldn't. Her panties were already used as a toy by one of them while one penetrated her in visceral pain and the third filmed while masturbating on the stage and cheering them on.
As she cried out in pain, fear was the only world, the only nature, the blood dripping from her crotch made them scream in euphoria.
"Damn guy she's a virgin!" ", "Damn luck man you're a lucky guy! ", " Did you see that ? Hahaha"
" Please ! Please ! Please !" Her voice was fading more and more until she couldn't say or do anything, her eyes becoming oily, empty, she didn't seem to be conscious anymore, as if she were giving up and accepting her fate. When there was absolutely nothing.
In her mind, the pain and the fear gave way to resentment, to shame too, to the immense feeling of dishonor: then in this silent struggle, it was time for the mist to thicken.
She thought of Adama, of her mother, Narcisse, she thought of what she judged was imminent death and could only remember Commanzer's words, about her, about what was best to do, and that, which only made her say: "I want it to stop, the pain, the shame, to stop; the pain, I want, I want to carry it!"
The prayer was sincere to her and she felt her blood boil inside her before she seemed to pass out. But this voice, this enraged body, hers, orders her not to sleep, that she must act. So she comes to herself and although feeling taken by a force, her body still cannot decide to act. Tears shed on their own.
Hanna who now only suffers, who dies, feels the man withdrawing from her and cannot feel anything that another ignominy is immediately returning to her.
But even if she lets herself die, inside, Hanna's blood runs through her veins, to the point of warming the body once on the ring finger; and this sensation excites him, the aggressor, all the more.
The excitement increases, and he penetrates faster, and moans frantically. Is it at the time of ejaculation, that he hears another cry than his own.
The three men turn around.
The filmmaker was still cheering on his comrade when he heard the scream and turned around and only watched for a moment before perceiving the man behind him.
He barely has time to act when he receives a blow in the temple which automatically knocks him out.
The noise of the body on the cement challenges the others who do not understand what has just happened. They get up and get dressed.
Hanna has a bit of her consciousness that has reacted to the scream, but especially there, she feels the pain in her ring finger, but she doesn't think to look, her body no longer responds to anything.
But she remains conscious enough to hear what I'd happening, she hears talking, she hears the knocks. Her heart sinks, she has to look.
*
Hanna sees the others coming, sees them surrounded someone; she sits down and the time to remember her trauma, feels the liquid escaping from her. Her heart seems to fade. She looks again at the bodies on the ground and sees that of the kidnappers and it makes her nauseous and brings up emotions but when the four others start trampling on the boy, riddled him with blows, a voice tells her to look.
They attack him, she does not see what is happening to him, if he is still alive. She weakens more and more and begins to really not be able to absorb all these emotions.
This scene inspires in her something strong, powerful and when enough is enough, the voice comes back and tells her: "Transpose!"
She thinks "what? her hand is shaking and she with it. She doesn't know what's going on but the increasingly boiling blood begins to make her see and feel things. The voice makes her focus on the boy, which she does. Her gaze persists on the group and it is now her eyes that fill with this sensation she felt on her finger; she feels compelled to stare at them and when the bodies become energies, she finally realizes, or so she suspects.
Hanna sees energies, she feels them inside the bodies, she especially feels her skull subdividing into two states, her consciousness, and a second, that of the voice. She sees the young man receive a blow, and for the instant of a second, the red aura extinguishes before now rekindling into a fiery white aura, but what she is amazed at is that the aura protrudes from his body and grows constantly.
As she continues to pay attention to it, her voice tells her to concentrate. She wonders what she should focus on, the voice answers her
"On the lines!"
" The lines ?" Concentrating, she actually sees light lines crossing the bodies, but that of the boy is only one, like a solid rope.
When he is about to attack, she sees his line moving and her conscience makes her follow.
A kick that comes from one of the enemies, and he, in a simple backward movement, gets up, stands aside, jumps in a black side flip before delivering a kick that propels him face down.
She could see the action before it happened, but with their eyes, nothing could be seen. They just see the other brutally hitting the ground while the boy is standing. His eyes are light ash.
He is standing, serene, his face mimics nothing like resentment, simply serene.
What follows is a succession of mastery from the young man, who operates a set of attacks / dodges of crazy fluidity; but after one of his smashing attacks, Hanna shouts at him:
" Behind you !" The one who had taken a bat lands a direct right punch on the boy's skull.
His enemy's blow comes to him, and Hanna saw that the blow was no longer dodgeable, that he was going to take it inevitably; except that her voice suggests to her what she does not immediately guess. Hanna just sees the two men writhing in pain.
In a final assault, he recovers, thus his first blow defeats the opponent, the second also hits the mark.
7 corpses are on the ground. Him standing.
Hanna feels that there is nothing more to fear, she feels the second consciousness gone, but not completely; she is recovering from many things, her gaze is nowhere else than on this man who collapses on one leg before getting up.
He gets up, remains standing for a moment before retracing his steps; one step after another.
She watches him go, a regret in his face and when he is far away, she can't help but call out to him, he stops but she doesn't know what to say.
He retraces his steps and stands before her in silence. His eyes are empty, she doesn't know how he stands
He pulls off his sweater and throws it at her. He bends down, his eyes return and his gaze becomes solemn and states after a long silence.
"There will always be people like them; and there will be me. I will defeat them all, they will all die by my hand and you will live." He stares at her, like a demon, he is serious and furious.
His pupils flicker back to their natural tint and he collapses.
He collapses in front of her, her breathing calms down, but no, she sees the bodies, the blood, she sees this young man, and if she thinks that her breathing is stabilizing, it is rather that she is getting heavier, that her thoughts darken and that she remembers her misfortunes, that she remembers the voice of the moment of her demon who reminds her that from now on she will no longer be human, but what there is more contemptible, she is only the object of desires, a tool, nothing more than a detestable daughter.
As she dives into it, she blacks out.