Chapter 479
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 479<\/p>\n
They walk over and handcuff me to a pillar nearby.<\/p>\n
Then they begin to tear my clothes.<\/p>\n
I cry and struggle desperately. My hands are scratched by the handcuffs. I try to dodge, but they grab me and I am not able to move at all.<\/p>\n
The man is strong. He tears my shirt apart in a second.<\/p>\n
There is only a piece of underwear under my shirt. I want to cover my breast, but I can’t get rid of the handcuffs.<\/p>\n
I feel shameful.<\/p>\n
I wish I can die at this moment. How can I bear this?<\/p>\n
Tears flow down my face.<\/p>\n
They drop on the exposed skin. I feel cold.<\/p>\n
Frances, where are you?<\/p>\n
Do you know that I’m in danger and I really need you?<\/p>\n
A man takes out a knife and shake it in front of me. I am scared.<\/p>\n
What is he going to do?<\/p>\n
All of a sudden, he scratches on my breast with it.<\/p>\n
Blood immediately flows out from the wound.<\/p>\n
My tears fall on the wound and I almost faint.<\/p>\n
Damn! Aren’t these people used to be in the army? How could they do such perverted things?<\/p>\n
Just as I am thinking, someone takes out a jar. He scoops out some white powder and put it on my wound.<\/p>\n
It hurts.<\/p>\n
Having salt on would is way more painful than I have imaged.<\/p>\n
I can’t see what I am like now, but I must look terrible.<\/p>\n
What should I do? Will I be tortured to death by them?<\/p>\n
Perhaps it might be a good result.<\/p>\n
Anyway, there is no chance of running away. It would be better to die before they assault me.<\/p>\n
One of them stretches out his hand to my shoulder and begins to undo my underwear.<\/p>\n
Once it is removed, I am covered by nothing.<\/p>\n
“Please, don’t!” I say weakly.<\/p>\n
I didn’t beg for mercy while being tortured. But I don’t want to be assaulted by them.<\/p>\n
They sneer coldly, as if they don’t hear my cry. And they ask the man to hurry and take off my underwear.<\/p>\n
The man doesn’t know how to undo the button. He tries for a while but fails to take it off.<\/p>\n
I think to myself, if only he would never be able to undo it.<\/p>\n
However, I overestimate their patience.<\/p>\n
“What the hell are you doing? Why don’t you just tear it?”<\/p>\n
The man nods and tears my underwear.<\/p>\n
Just when I think that I am going to be insulted by them…<\/p>\n
An alarm goes off outside.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-503","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/503","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}