"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"
She shrieked, collapsing into tears and trembling uncontrollably.
As a fifteen-year-old girl who had never experienced such a terrifying moment, her psychological defenses had completely crumbled.
A coarse hand caressed her ankle. It felt like a gutter slug, utterly disgusting.
"Don't... don't touch me... Ah! Let me out! Please, let me out..." she cried and begged, kicking her legs with all her might, trying to shake off the man's hand.
"Heh heh heh..."
The man's lecherous laughter was more chilling and unsettling than the wail of a ghost.
BANG!
Just as she was about to faint from terror, the door was viciously kicked open.
A flood of light poured in, and a tall, handsome boy appeared, silhouetted against it.
Twenty-year-old Tristan Sterling, like a superhero riding a multi-colored cloud to her rescue, saved her from the depths of despair.
It was in that instant that she fell in love with him.
