King Khan's Shackles
In hope that is beginning to thin
Zoya feels her pride at prayers torn to shreds as the man tries to tear off all her clothes and even take them off by force.
He screamed with all his might and did not want the man to do anything beyond the limits of his thinking, he was still trying to scream and kick or even hit the male figure for some time. But in fact the man managed to paralyze her and undress her.
Starting from the jacket he was wearing was thrown in any direction then the man tried to tear his clothes off and forcibly take them off, in the midst of the struggle of the girl in vain where in the end the man even tried to remove the jeans he used.
Zoya keeps trying to scream hysterically so much, she cries out so much, she wishes there was an angel helping her at this time or even she found a gun to try to save herself.
She did not want to lose her pride at all given that she was still a holy girl who had not been touched by anyone in her entire life, he did not want to be touched by the waji_ngan man who was now on his body.
Zoya even attempts to scratch and bite the man, but as hard as she tries to defend herself and protect herself, the man in a violent way snaps and punches her, even slapped his face so many times that it could be felt fresh blood flowing from behind his lips.
"Pela_pur kid, you're really fucking, you wanna try to run huh?." The man was angry and cursed.
The girl's last fight was to try to shiver the man but once again a slap hit her face.
Plakkkkkkp.
Back pain and pain hit her.
He could still feel the man on top of him trying to explore his body until suddenly.
Brakkkkk.
I don't know if he saw it wrong or not, where his gaze settled towards the front door of a man with boots and a large height running towards him and a ba_jang man on top of him while shouting loudly.
Srrttttttt.
Bugsggggggg.
He could still hear one figure pulling the man on top of his body then he hit the man to the floor, slumped to the floor, in the next second could be felt his body being lifted up and enveloped with something he did not know, he said, from the front door several people entered and approached the man who wanted to rape him earlier then beat and kicked him with all his heart. Where Zoya feels her body taken by someone and hugged tightly can be the warm figure that she can smell the scent of perfume that feels familiar behind her nose.
"Hold on." the voice sounded faintly behind his ear, a basoka sound with high intonation that was quite pressed and heavy.
Zoya then felt the consciousness disappear and she closed her eyeballs slowly.
It feels warm, like mommy and daddy scents.