“Mmhhh!” I screamed suddenly as Derek clutched my face and leaned my back violently against the wall. He held both my cheeks with only one hand. He squeezed it so I couldn’t speak properly. I looked at him even sharper than a knife. I thought we would talk properly, but I was wrong.
“Since then until now, your face gives me a strange joy.”
He still wouldn't let go of my face, but now that my hands were free, I smacked him too hard. The power of my whack made my palm numb. Although I couldn't put all of my hatred from my first rage at him into it, I was relieved since the agony in my heart was lifted. The wrath I've been harboring in the depths of my heart for a long time.
His hands that squeezed my face relaxed and held them to his jaw while he shifted his face to the side. As though he were sucking a lollipop, he stuck his tongue in his cheek. I screamed, gripping my chest-high garment tightly. When his head returned to mine, his look was harsh, while I was repressing my fear. I clenched my fist. I'm sure no one can see us because we're in an alleyway between two massive buildings.
“You've been out of my life for a long time, so I don't know what your purpose is after what you did to me.”
He got the strength to hit me, and I slumped to the unclean ground as the power of his slap nearly severed my skull. It felt as though all of his strength had been transferred to me. As I fought with the agony in my face, I was taken aback by the body. There's a lot of red there.
“I know you're not a fool, and you know why I came back,” he said as he crouched in front of me and tugged firmly on the back of my hair, causing me to elevate my neck. Sweat was already trickling down my neck and into my chest. Even though my hands were trembling, I swallowed.
“This.” He suddenly pokes my chest. “This.” He scooped my private part, so I struggled, but he just snatched my hair tighter, so I could do nothing but close my eyes. “I want them all. I'm not stingy. I can share with my cousin. I shared it with my friends before, didn't I?”
Because of what he said, I was already filled with rage. Not only was my heart on fire, but so was the rest of my body. Despite the fact that I was about to go bald, I tried to pull my hair back and pushed him. Every time he touched me, it felt like he was severing my flesh. I'm terrified, yet if I don't deal with it, I don't know how I'll move forward. I despised looking at him because all I could think was that he was sorry for what he had done to me. That after he left, he was terribly remorseful and believed he was merely impetuous.
“You're still disgusting. From that time until now. I can't fathom loving a soulless person like you.” I almost spit on him, with my lips quivering as I said it to him. My remarks to him, however, felt pointless since he only laughed at me like a fiend.
“Are you able to hear yourself now, Zoe? No,” he muttered, clutching his stomach and dropping to the ground like me. "Did you hear yourself when you were joined by six men? Did you hear how you groaned and yelled for more?”
My tears flowed, even more, when he stated it. To muffle it, I covered both of my ears. “SHUT UP! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! YOU PUT DRUGS ON ME!”
I just sobbed while defending myself, but I also don't want to remember everything. I want all the memories to leave. I want to avoid feeling like that. I didn't want to feel it again, and despite my brain's desire to deny what had occurred, my body continued.
“You got 6 massive dicks into your holes. Do you want to try it again?” He was so close to me that he lifted my chin with his index finger, but my eyes were filled with terror.
I shuddered and crawled backward. But I couldn't move when those men came out from behind him again. I don’t know when they got here. How they tracked me all down. I look like a statue because of my position. I was approached by a man about the same age as Derek and the other about my age.
“FUCK! LET GO OF ME!” I remove my hand from their grip, but they are all laughing. They stand me upright. Derek also stood up and removed the dirt that had come along the back of his pants.
The few remaining men stood beside him while smiling. Derek brought his face close to mine, but because I was angry I spat saliva at him in his face. He was shocked because of what I did. His eyes suddenly glazed over like a serial killer. His lips did not disappear with a grin. I'm afraid where will they take me?
He raised his hand and I knew it would come at me again, so I shouted the name I wanted to appear at these times. I don’t care what Adams ’reaction will be when he finds out everything, for now, I want him to save me. I don't want to see these people anymore. I want them to disappear from my sight. My knees are weakening. I feel like I’m so tired.
“ADAMS! PLEASE HELP ME!” Simultaneously with my cry were the fall of warm tears in my eyes. And most of all, the removal of the hands that encircled me.
A man holding me on the left was startled, followed by the one on the right. Derek's eyes were cold, staring behind me as if he was bored with what he was seeing. When I looked back at the person, he was gawking. My feet spontaneously moved to run to Adams. They seem to have their brains. I hugged him and didn't seem to want to let him go.
“How many times should I tell you, Derek, not to deal with my possessions?” Adams remarked, calmly yet sternly.