In no time the guards rushed into Aisha's room. Then lighted up the room only to find the butler of the household screaming in the bed of the little miss, pinned down by a chandelier.
When they turned to the right, they found the little miss not scarred or crying but coldly standing, folding her arms around her chest. She had closed her eyes and was waving her head in the rhythm of the screams. As if listening to a piece of smoothening music. As if enjoying the man's pain.
"Little Miss." One of the guards walked towards Aisha. "What happened? why is the butler—"
"He tried to rape me," Aisha replied.
" What? How could that be? The butler would never—" Kurana confronted Aisha pushing her way in through the crowd of guards.
"I unfortunately forgot to lock up my door because I was sick and when I opened my eyes this guy was on me." She interrupted again.
