What on earth is going on?
What is this group of people's objective?
I have absolutely no clue. I struggled desperately, trying to free myself from the control of these two men.
But my attempts were in vain; they were much stronger than I imagined.
The car came to a halt at a red light.
My face was pressed against the window where I suddenly saw a very familiar vehicle.
Sure enough, sitting in the driver's seat was the handsome Michael.
Unable to speak, my hands pinned down, the only thought that came to mind was to bang my head against the window in hopes of drawing Micheal's attention.
The distance between the two cars was less than half a meter.
I did not know whether he could hear the sounds of me knocking on the window, or recognize my contorted face.
But this... this was my only chance.
Micheal turned his head in my direction, glimpsing at me.
The two men beside me must have picked up on my intentions and hastily pulled me back.
Just at that moment, the light turned green.
Micheal turned his head back and drove off.
My heart instantly turned cold.
This time, I was really doomed.
The men next to me started to leer at me more and more obscenely.
The fat man on the left even dared to touch my leg several times.
I felt utterly nauseous, but I was deprived of the chance to resist.
"Why the hurry, you'll get your 'fun' later."
Laughed one of the men lecherously.
The fat man reluctantly withdrew his hand.
The car drove for an indeterminate amount of time, until it finally stopped in a desolate, vacant lot.
A group of men ushered me out of the car and I was thrown to the ground by a fat man, who ripped the gag out of my mouth.
"You can scream all you like now.
No one is coming to save you, even if you scream your lungs out."
"What on earth do you want from me?"
I asked them.
While I searched my surroundings for a means of escape, I also tried to stall them as much as I could.
"What do you think?
Isn't our intent clear enough?"
As the pudgy man spoke, he began hastily stripping his clothes.
"Listen, bro, I'm a very uninteresting person.
I have zero sexual desire and I'm as lifeless as a dead fish in bed.
I'm afraid I might disappoint you.
But, if you'd like, I can buy you a sex doll. Ten, even."
"Sexually unresponsive?"
The driver scoffed, replying, "Someone might disagree.
He said that you were desperate for it.
So sexually desperate that you are nothing but a slut.
Whoever gets with you gets pleasured!"
Furrowing my brows in concentration, I tried to think of who could possibly say such a thing about me.
Other than James, I had no leads.
Could he really be so callous as to arrange such a thing?
We are, after all, still married in the eyes of the law and I truly did not want to believe this.
"Enough with the prattle," the fat man said, lunging at me and beginning to tear at my clothes.