A Beautiful Misunderstanding

"Hey, girl, why are you alone? Do you need someone to stay with you?" Harsh laughter came from behind her.

Essie froze. When she turned, she could see four obscene men gazing up and down at her figure lustfully. Sick smiles were imprinted on their faces.

She didn't take another second before she turned and ran. However, these men were quick. Soon enough, they already had her trapped around the middle.

"Look, if you want the money, here it is. Let me go." Her hand trembled as she stretched out her bag, believing that the men were wise enough to not get themselves into any more trouble.

The fat man smirked, looking her over. He wiped the saliva dripping from the corner of his lips. "Such a beauty," he slurred. "Boys, I think we got lucky tonight!" Besides, they were already paid. What he wanted to do was play with the woman in front of him.

When Essie heard him, she got even more nervous. Knowing that she couldn't get rid of them with cash, she had to fight them off. She swung her bag towards the shortest and thinnest man. While he used his arms to cover his face, she used this opportunity to shove him down and ran to the other side of the alley.

There would be pedestrians who could see her if they ran after her.

Essie gazed at the exit ahead, only to miss the stone that was blocking her way. She stumbled down, and her knees scraped against the gravel.

to stand up, but one of the men held her down. "Let's see

hyenas about to get

fat man

sobbed out. She didn't know why he was the

helpless night. Billy, the fat man, groaned in

let go of the girl and started to brandish their knives. Without another word, they rushed to the newcomer. They weren't

his arms wrapped around her, she

but as soon as he heard her calling his name,

fact that he was the first one she had

man in black came over. In the moonlight, his handsome face and a bloodthirsty sneer hung on the corners of

with a mix of butchered screams and heartfelt tears, four disabled

In the apartment.

Essie found herself curling at the edge of the sofa, holding the small pillow in her