His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

56 He Is The Devil

I raised my elbow and slammed it back into Karr's jaw, but he didn't react. The impact of my elbow was like a mosquito bite to him. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. My eyes sparkled and my head spun.

I could feel a rough finger shoving its way into my skirt from behind. I wanted to fight, but my mind was still in chaos.

"Nice ass!" The man let out a l.ascivious laugh.

Then he inserted two fingers, three. I groaned in pain as he rudely tried to rip me open from behind. My head was pressed against the wall, my hands flapping back against the air.

Suddenly, from the direction of the stairs came a rapid sound of footsteps, and then I felt the weight suddenly disappear behind me. Someone yanked Karr to one side.

"What the hell are you doing?" A man shouted. "The councilman isn't here at this time. Something must be wrong!"

I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. The stars that had clouded my vision were beginning to fade away, and I began to see two people standing in front of me. They are the Karr brothers.

"Didn't our men pick him up at the pier?" the older Karr asked. "Did you call Pitter?"

"I've called him many times, and no one's answering," said the younger Karr, looking nervous, "Something's wrong. We have to go to the docks. If the councilman goes missing or something happens to him in pudding, we're all going to hell!"

"Maybe the car broke down and Pitter was busy fixing the car and didn't pay attention to the phone, or maybe he lost his cell phone!" The older Karr seemed to realize something was wrong, so he looked at his brother.

"F.uck, we have to find the councilman ourselves!" Said the older Karr.

The older Karr cursed in a low voice, and he and his brother ran quickly down the stairs. When I was fully conscious, I stood up against the wall. I leaned against the railing in the hallway and saw the Karr brothers crossing the boulevard. They left in a jeep.

The men and women in the pool were still playing. A man picked up a girl from the pool and was about to walk into the house. The girl's bikini top had been ripped off and she was screaming and struggling in the man's arms. She even punched him in the face. But instead of getting angry, the man laughed.

Oh, no. The girls can't come into the house.

A girl with short hair appeared in my sight. She rushed up and pulled the man's arm. Soon the other girls ran to help. They managed to free the girl from the man's arms, and then two of the girls pulled the man back into the pool. The girls acted casually and playfully. Only I know this is a tacit understanding between the girls to help each other.

Fortunately, the man was not angry. He was surrounded by two girls, one of whom was holding his head under the water. The other guests saw the jeers and didn't realize anything was wrong.

There's no time to lose. The bomb will go off at some point. The pool is so close to the house that it will suffer, too. I must hurry downstairs.

I went down the hall and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was exactly 6:53. It's seven minutes to 7:00. Now I only have 7 minutes.

Several cooks came out of the kitchen with plates. They are walking on the grass outside the house. Tonight's dinner is set on the grass near the pool. There are more and more people outside. If we don't hurry, it will be too late. We must make a run for it when no one is looking, and the timing must be precise. Because the side door opens at 7:00, and it takes less than 3 minutes to run from the pool to the side door, which is faster if I sprint.

Wait, I said to myself.

Every second makes me nervous and tormented. I saw the chef I had just bumped into in the hall, who frowned the moment he came out of the door to see me. He walked quickly toward me, his heavy feet making a crisp sound on the floor. He was getting close to me.

I can imagine his first dirty word.

The time is now 6:57. Now!

As soon as the chef came up to me, I turned and ran out the door. I took the whistle in my mouth and blew it as I ran.

I looked at the girls as I passed the pool. They heard the whistle and ran out of the pool. I didn't look back to see how many girls were following me. My eyes were glued to the painted green door in front of me, which was still closed.

I heard men shouting behind me. They didn't know what was happening. Why are these women running toward a closed door, like a flock of birds about to hit a boulder?

Is this a suicide mission?

I was getting close, and I knew that if I didn't stop, I would hit the iron door with inertia. But the door opened, it was suddenly opened in an instant. I saw the leaves swaying in the wind because of the sudden opening, and I saw a wide road right in front of me.

I rushed to the door and saw a truck and two cars parked on the side of the road. A group of men with guns were standing beside the truck. A silvery light stood out in the crowd. It was Daley.

He stood in front of the car and looked at me. Then he raised his hand to me and waved it down. I didn't know what he meant, so I turned around and looked back. Two men in camouflage slammed the door shut.

"No!" I realized that I was the only one who escaped, and the other girls were locked in the door. On the other side of the door came the screams of girls and the sound of banging on the door.

"Please, open the door! Those are poor girls!" I begged Daley. "I promised to save them!"

"It's none of my business!" Daley's voice was cold as he looked ahead. "The bomb will go off at exactly 7:05. I'm not taking any chances! It's their fate!"

"No, that's not their fate!" I yelled at him. "You have no right to decide their fate! It's not fair!"

There was an icy chill behind the silver mask on his face. He stared at me for a moment, and then I saw him raise his hand again.

The door opened and the girls jostled out. At the same time, there was a loud explosion. My ears were ringing from the explosion and several girls fell to the ground. The Karr brothers' gray house was ablaze with fire, and black smoke shot up into the sky.

"Chris, get these girls out of here," Daley said to the man next to him. "You come in with me and clean up this mess. I'm not letting any of my enemies live!"

I watched Daley walk through the green steel door and into the gray smoke. The men in camouflage followed him. Soon the sound of gunfire came from the house.

I ventured in and found several bodies floating in the pool. Blood stained the water in the pool. Daley raised his gun and shot the rest of the living, killing one man after another. He was like a ruthless killing machine until he killed the last man. I saw him standing on the steps of the house facing me.

The silver mask on his face was particularly harsh, and I could see the cruelty and indifference in his eyes. The burning flame was like a serpent in the air behind him, twisting his body as he spat out the letter.

He is the devil, a complete devil.

And he's onto me. I know it!