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The deafening music mixed with screams, roars, and the dizzying sound of glass smashing on the floor and being stomped on. She felt a damp heat on her palms, and along with it, her face was damp and sticky. Lights of various colors swirled slowly in front of her eyes, eventually turning into floating images. But the strong smell of blood rose up from the ground, straight to the face, sickening. Bulging eardrums cut the sound to pieces, and intermittently the sound of an alarm could be heard. Her consciousness returned for a split second, and her hand let go, the blood-stained bottle falling to the marble floor in pieces.

“Murder-”

A mournful scream rose from the ground, and the crowded crowd exploded as if a pot of boiling water had been thrown over it. People are multidirectional, but also in the half-dark, half-light environment, heard a scream like that immediately panicked into a ball, headless flies like to surge out.

She vaguely heard someone yelling to catch the assailant, and indeed someone came up and twisted her arm hard, she screamed and struggled to escape. Stumbling and bumping her way through the narrow, crowded passageway, she felt a dense and disorganized footsteps behind her. She panicked more and more, while a hint of despair rose in the back of her mind.

Her ears were buzzing, and all she could hear was the sound of her heart drumming frantically in her chest. She felt a burst of coldness on her face, and raised her hand to wipe it away, only to see a patch of water.

Until now, she still can not recall what happened, everything happened too suddenly, lightning and flint in general. When reason returned, it was already too late.

The front is already the end of the passage, a dead end. Her body slowly slid against the wall and sat on the floor, her fingers deeply embedded in the dusty carpet, her fingertips tightly clasped and grasped, tensed to the point that her joints were flushed with a greenish-white color. The teeth couldn’t restrain themselves from grinding against each other, cackling, and there was no more light in her eyes.

She couldn’t help but whimper out, stubbornly balling herself up and curling up tightly. She knew how wretched her current posture was, but now there was no way to retreat, and she didn’t even have the ability to fight as a trapped animal, so she could only silently wait for the final moment to come, waiting for everything to end.

Suddenly, a bright light suddenly leaked out from behind, pouring like silver on the dusty carpet. There were countless tiny dust flakes in the air that slowly rose and floated in the light, arrogantly and slowly floating in mid-air.

The long, slanted figure of the man leaning against the door was cast in a complete shroud over her slightly distorted face.

Against the light, she couldn’t see his expression, only vaguely seeing his thin lips pursed in a straight line, cold and stubborn. Déjà vu’s face gradually became clearer in the blurred memory, and suddenly it felt desperate.

Not bothering to think about why this person would appear here, or how ridiculous her facial movements were at this moment, her fingers tightly climbed up his pants, clenching insistently, gasping roughly as she begged, “Help me, please!

“Help me, please.”

He looked at her steadily for a few seconds, and reached out violently, yanking her in with one hand.

Her body shivered uncontrollably against the door panel, her hand gripping the other woman’s sleeve as if she were a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood. After settling her mind, she shivered and thanked him.

But, very abruptly, he suddenly raised his hand and lifted up her disheveled hair. In her dismayed gaze, his fingers traced the outline of her ear and gently pinched it. She was in a state of high tension at this time, her body’s sense of touch was extremely sharp, and she almost lost her voice and screamed when provoked by his frivolous and flamboyant movements.

The corner of his mouth curved up into a tiny arc, his thumb and forefinger middle finger clasping the shell of her ear up and down gently rubbing it, while his tail finger slid ambiguously across the back of her neck with a more gentle force, his nails scraping across her delicate skin.

She raised her hands to resist, but his reaction was much quicker than hers, and with great ease he firmly restrained her hands. Taking a step forward, he was practically on top of her, and her body tensed up all of a sudden, clinging to the door like a flattened halibut. But eyes were glaring at him, uncomprehending, puzzled, ashamed, angry, and furious.

He lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, his inked black jade-like eyes ghostly deep and bottomless, “Payback.”

She was taken raw by his bluntness, not expecting to be taken advantage of and eaten in this situation. He was being so reckless because he was sure she wouldn’t dare scream out.

She struggled hard to break away from him, but was instead restrained even more firmly by him. There were cuts on her hands from the flying broken glass, and the glass was embedded in her flesh in several places, large and small. She was too busy running away to care about it, and only felt the pain when she was strangled by him. Blood slipped out from between his fingers, slowly creeping up her wrists. She sucked in a cold breath of pain, her body jerking a little from the pain.

She bit down so hard that her teeth ached, and barely managed to squeeze out a sentence from between her teeth, “Pay, pay your sister!”

The peaks of his eyebrows furrowed towards the center, “I don’t have a sister.”

If it wasn’t at this critical moment, she would have thought he was speaking in jest. But in the situation at hand, she couldn’t afford any jokes.

“Let go.” Not realizing that the physical difference between men and women was so great, she did not break away after a few struggles. At this time, his body had already been stuck to her so tightly that not even an ant could borrow a path through. She had to lower her posture and beg, “You can’t be like this, too ……” despicable and shameless nasty and lowly!

“Too how?” He stepped one foot between her feet gap, his toes were already against the door panel.

“Taking advantage of someone.” If she hadn’t been listening to the sound of the door, she almost didn’t hold back her curses.

He listened sideways to the movement outside, then looked at her stagnant expression, raised his finger on his lips to make a silencing gesture, “Lower your voice, you’ve caused a whole lot of trouble.”

She was choked raw by his expression movement, a breath blocked in her throat could not be spat out nor swallowed. The voices behind the door panel became more and more disorganized and closer. She was greatly anxious, her body scuffing restlessly, subconsciously trying to find a safer hiding place.

“Need help?”

His voice came from above, and before she could answer, in the next second his fingers had already clasped the back of her head firmly between her disheveled hair, effortlessly lifting her up and covering her head.

Profane shadows spread out.

Her breathing was rapid and panicked, and the burning sensation extended all the way up from her tailbone to the back of her head. Perhaps it was because of her elevated body temperature that she felt his lips were cold as hell, without a trace of warmth.

His solicitations were fierce and overbearing, even with a hint of brutality. His thumb pressed against the artery floating at her neck, applying slight pressure. The congested blood rushed and screamed through her veins, pounding against her temples in an uncontrollable bulge and throb. Her hands tore to try and push him away, but the feeble attempts to resist were ineffective. The tips of her whitened hands tightened around his wrists, leaving several crescent-shaped dents in them.

The door panel of the compartment was wrapped in thick sponge, softly cradling their entwined bodies.

Just when she thought she was about to suffocate, there was a sudden series of rather impatient taps on the door panel and an even more impatient shout, “Open the door, check!”

It was at that very moment, and he actually didn’t let up! He actually poked his hand into her clothes! He actually still ……

She was sad and angry to the core of her being, and with one hard thrust of her mouth, she proceeded to arch her body with all her strength to arch him away from her, attaching a resounding slap to her face in the process. She dodged to the side, huffing and puffing and wiping the wetness from her mouth, and let out a low curse, “Bitch!”

He was thrown back a step by the sturdy slap, spots of blood oozing from his wet lips, and surprisingly, there was a hint of demonic charm in the hidden nick of time.

She didn’t have time to curse a few more times, only to see the black shadow in front of her eyes sway slightly, and the metal spring behind her rattled crisply.

Turning around, the door had already caved in.

His hand was still gripping the doorknob, the dangling end fingers arching slightly – how ironic, but seconds ago the hand had been sort of gentle, tangling and teasing her ear and hair, only to turn around and it had betrayed her.

She stared blankly at a couple of large caps standing in the doorway.

Bastards, bastards, bastards!

Eat-dry-and-turn-over bastards!

She screamed and roared like crazy, and if it wasn’t for the fact that someone was catching her hands, she would have wanted to pounce on that hateful man and tear him to shreds.

Her whole body was like a comical puppet being dragged outward on a rack in a sorry state. Her legs kept kicking and stomping, causing the heavy carpet to raise a sheet of dust, dirtying the already bad air.

Her wrists were twisted to the point of raw pain, and at first she resisted. But when the cold metal touched her skin, she felt like she had fallen into hell, her confused thoughts accompanied by all sorts of unwarranted delusions causing more and more tears to come to her eyes.

She finally cried out, howling in general that

“You sinful animal, you will have your retribution —-“