"Impossible, baby. Once I put my penis in your cute little hole, you'll scream with joy. Hahaha. First, let's take some pictures."
The man started stripping him and me. I resisted fiercely and wrapped the blanket around me. Even so, he still managed to take a picture of me and him. After taking the picture, he even gloatedly showed it to me.
The me in the photo was only in my underwear, weak and pitiful, trying to hold onto the blanket. The man grinned and lay beside me.
Looking at that picture, my heart broke. I'm not a whore, I don't sell my body to someone I don't know. Humiliation engulfed my emotions, I went crazy and reached for the lamp on the table and hit the man's head hard.
He let out a scream of pain and fell to his knees, blood splattering on the sheets.
I took advantage of that opportunity and took my bag to escape. My mind is still not fully awake, so I move very slowly, I almost have to cling to the wall to be able to walk. Right behind me, I could clearly hear the man's screams and insults and threats.
"Damn you whore, how dare you hit me! If I catch you, I'll make you die in bed."
"Someone please save me."
I swore for help, but I knew it was hopeless because the music in the nightclub was too loud, and the rooms were soundproof.
In a panic, I opened my phone and randomly dialed a number. As soon as I was grabbed by the man, the phone connected.
"Hello?"
"Help, anyone, please help me quickly."
"Where are you?"
"The 1337 Nightclub... Ah!"
"Whore, I got you. Let's see how I punish you."
My phone was thrown against the wall by him and broke, and my hopes were gone with it. I don't even know who I just called, but I don't think that person will be able to come and rescue me in time.
As soon as he pulled me into the room and locked the door, the man repeatedly slapped me in the face. The painful slaps make my cheeks hot and tears roll down my eyes. I felt blood in my mouth, but I stubbornly swallowed.
Thanks to his slaps, I was a little more awake. I struggled and broke a vase.
"What? Are you going to hit me again? Do you think your weak strength is possible? You should obediently lie in bed and spread your legs, you stupid whore." The man aggressively approached me. The snake tattoo on his neck revealed a scary look.
"If you dare take another step, I will kill myself."
I screamed desperately, one hand holding the shard of glass and clutching the other wrist.
At first, he thought I was just joking around and fighting back, so he kept coming close to me. However, I actually made a deep cut in my wrist. It was only when he saw the blood running down my wrist that he stopped in panic.
"Hold on, hold on. Are you crazy? Do you really want to commit suicide?"
"Yes. If you still force me to have sex with you, I'd rather die. You wouldn't want the police to come here and find my body. You'd be charged with rape and killing."
My words seemed to really frighten him. He took a few steps back to reassure me, then threw a towel at me to stop the bleeding.
However, due to excessive blood loss and the effects of cocktails, my consciousness gradually became hazy. I couldn't hold it any longer and fell into a coma. Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw the door broken and someone burst into the room.
When I woke up, everything around was white. The strong smell of antiseptic hit my nose, making me a little uncomfortable.
"Doctor, she's awake."
I heard a very familiar female voice.
"Veronica?"
"Esther, are you feeling all right? Do you feel pain?"
"Argh..."
I tried to sit up, but my mind was still a little dizzy so I didn't have the strength to do so. Veronica helped me lie down again. After checking, the doctor wrote something on my medical record and left.
"What happened? Why am I here? Where's that guy?"
I feel a bit confused after what I just remembered, I had a horrible night and I don't know how I got out of that nightclub.
Veronica sighed and told me what happened after I fell into a coma.
Veronica got a text from me in the middle of the night, it was a text message that I was going with Layla. She texted me asking, but I didn't answer, so she called me. The person on the phone was the hospital nurse, and Veronica was there immediately. That nurse told Veronica that the man who rescued me had left.
It turned out that the person I called at that time came and rescued me. Veronica heard that the man who tried to rape me was temporarily locked in the police station pending questioning. According to the doctor's diagnosis, I was in a coma not from blood loss but from a sleeping pill, which could have been mixed into the drink. The cut on my wrist, although quite deep, was not life-threatening because I didn't cut the aorta.
"So you don't know who saved me?" I whispered to Veronica.
"Yes, you can check last night's call and you'll probably know." Veronica said "But I'm pretty sure the one who really harmed you was that damn Layla Maedow. I met the police and they said the camera had captured the nightclub. You only drank one cocktail and it was given to you by Layla."
Veronica said, gritting her teeth, she was really angry. I myself can't believe Layla would do such a terrible thing to me. Not only did she destroy my trust in her, but she almost ruined my life. I will never forgive Layla for that.
"I wonder when this bad time of mine will be over."
"Don't be sad Esther, everything will be fine. I'll be with you."
Veronica encouraged me, then she left and said she would come back to visit me in the evening.
After Veronica left, I opened my phone and checked the list of calls.
23:47 - Garrick Harvey
23:51 - Dominic Arnold
These are the only two people I called last night. I vaguely remember the voice coming from the phone was a male voice.
"Who saved me?"
"Esther, are you awake?"
Incidentally, as soon as I thought of Garrick Harvey, he appeared. We haven't contacted each other since the last argument. Garrick's sudden appearance here took me a bit by surprise.
"Yes, please come in."
"Are you okay? Does your wrist still hurt?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Garrick."
Garrick sat down beside me, and I could feel the awkward and confused atmosphere between the two of us. It was still Garrick who spoke first.
"Luckily you were fine yesterday. I saw that your wrist was bleeding a lot. I will definitely find the person who harmed you." Garrick took my hand, his hand warm and firm, and mine cold.
"Thanks, Garrick, but that's okay. I know who that person is. I can handle this myself." My mood improved a bit, I continued "You must be the one who saved me yesterday. If it weren't for you, I think I would have died in that nightclub."
"Ah..." Garrick looked a little dazed, then smiled and nodded. "It's the right thing to do."
I have absolutely no doubt in Garrick's admission. From my understanding of him, he is such a kind and chivalrous man.
We continued to talk, I mentioned our argument the last time, but Garrick deliberately diverted it and didn't seem to want to talk about it anymore. I suppose he didn't want to interfere in my misunderstanding with Kaylin, after all he was a friend to both of us and it was awkward for him to choose between defending either.
I can't blame Garrick for choosing to be with Kaylin over me when I needed his help the most. Just because that just proves to Garrick that Kaylin is more important than me, doesn't mean he doesn't care about me. Garrick is still a good friend of mine and he saved me this time. I am truly grateful for that.
I was in the hospital for about two days, thanks to Ruby's care, everything was fine. Only, I haven't seen Dominic in all this time. I wonder if his tenderness and warmth that he once gave me was just my illusion. Or maybe he's too busy to remember me.