It was the man who had shown up in the morning. I recalled the sound I heard coming from the source of water over the past few days when I caught him glaring at me in the eyes.
I was aware of the sort of activities he had been engaging with the rest of the women. Others wouldn’t stop getting in my way even when I had been trying my best to stay away from them.
“Get away from me!” I started retaliating against the man and was about to launch a power kick at him. He was surprisingly strong for a man who had been starving over the past few days.
“It pleases me the more you scream for help! Your man can’t even walk without others’ support! There’s no way he’s rushing over to your rescue!” he guffawed and started undressing me.
I was utterly disgusted as he continued running his hands across my thigh. Immediately after I grasped a handful of sand, I cast it in his direction. As a result, he shrieked and unfastened his grip.
When I launched a powerful kick in his direction, he swiftly grasped my legs and pulled me over to stop me from crawling away. I started howling in pain when I ended up falling and knocking onto a sharp boulder.
As soon as he crawled his way over, he rendered me incapable of motion and started guffawing once more. “I prefer having fun with a woman who’s capable of putting up a fight! Go ahead and continue retaliating against me!”
My shirt had long been torn into pieces as I needed something to bandage Christopher’s wound. Instead of ripping my shirt further, the perverted man ran his fingers through the torn shirt.
In the nick of time, I caught a glimpse of Crystal sashaying her way over. In a final attempt to get myself rescued, I yelled, “Save me, Crystal!”
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