𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

||9||Why me?

She was cornered by the five men in a dark place. There were some buildings on each side but it seemed there was nobody living. She was trembling as the men surrounded her. She knew that something was up. She felt like a prey in a lion's den.

Her heart beats rapidly increased and her pale body covered in sweat as if she had seen her death in front of her eyes in the form of these men. 

She clutched her bag against her chest as a shield when one of them walked towards her. 

“Ple--please let me go--” she pleaded in a crackly voice. 

She didn't even know what to do in a situation or how to save herself from that. She only knew that pleading, that she was doing well. But they seemed like they're on a mission. So they should complete it on time. 

The five men exchanged their glances to each other before striding towards her. Her eyes were everywhere to seek help but nothing came to her sight. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs the moment they had begun to rip off her clothes. Two men pushed her against a wall and held her tightly while others tearing her clothes and left her only in her undies. 

All the time she was screaming, crying and thrashing while hoping he might come when she was undressed by them. She did not know, where did he disappear? He never left her side; always following her like a shadow. Though she hates his presence, it gave her a feeling of safety. She did not know why, but she was sure of one thing; if he's there, he would not let them harass her. 

Her pale rosy skin was glowing under the dim street lights. A good amount of cleavage was on display as if it was magnetically attracted to the lustful eyes. Her slender, soft, smooth and perfectly toned legs were trembling in fear. 

Her plum like lips, ripen fruit like breasts, flat feathery stomach and alluring legs everything was a magnetic appeal to them. One of them extended his hand to touch her, abruptly another one stopped him. As if he got the meaning of that warning, he retrieved his hand reluctantly. 

She closed her eyes as if an acceptance of her fate when a soothing cool wind caressed her bare skin. She had never thought this world was so cruel to ruin her innocence. Her aunt was right, she doesn't know anything about other than their orphanage. 

She opened her eyes when she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

“Adam!!!” She threw herself on him without even thinking about who he was. 

He stumbled back when she threw herself on him. He did not expect anything like that from her. But it felt like he was her saviour, and she had been waiting for him. 

For a moment he thought he wanted to confront her and tell her that he was here, nobody would do anything. 

His hands encircled around her while she cried on him. 

“The-they--try to rape--” she said stammering against his chest. 

Neither sexual nor emotional, he did not feel anything. It's something beyond that making him stare at her large eyes. 

“Where were you?” She asked. 

She did not even care how she was standing beside him. He was the only one who she knew there. 

Adam pulled away from the hug and looked down at her frightening face. 

“Are you scared baby girl?” He smirked. 

“They can't even touch you, let alone rape you without my permission.” Her eyes widened as she stepped away from him. 

She pointed her index finger towards him, “You--you?”