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Just as I was about to scream, a piece of fabric was forcefully shoved into my mouth. A man sat on my waist, his large hands firmly controlling my upper body. "Now that you're here, why pretend?"
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
My arms were pinned to the sides of the chair, unable to move, while my legs could still shift but couldn’t kick anything!
"Be a good girl and listen. I'll give you a different experience!" The man began to remove his outer clothing.
I struggled harder, but he lost patience and slapped my face hard. "Changed your mind, huh? Too late! If you keep moving, I’ll tie you up and throw you down to the wolves!"
Who was he? Liang Zhiyuan?
As I regained a bit of consciousness from my dazed state, all that filled my mind was endless fear: My husband had been drugged and murdered, and now they were here to assault me, followed by murder again, taking our car and our belongings? No, perhaps it would be worse; they might humiliate me and then sell me to one of those so-called inns in No Man's Land, just like the woman in the movie No Man's Land, forced to dance for customers and engage with them, becoming their outlet for release and a money-making machine!
Outside the car window, the bonfire had dwindled significantly; I couldn’t see anyone moving. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was nothing else.
"Still not behaving!" The man on top of me slapped my face again. Warm liquid trickled down my nose and into my mouth, salty as it flowed down my throat.
Though my mind grew clearer, my body felt weaker. The man tore at my shirt and unbuckled my jeans' belt.
Facing the wind, the flames grew higher, and the screams of people were more tragic than a wolf's howl.
I drove around the edge of the camp, shouting, "Husband! Liang Zhiyuan! Get in the car!"
Vehicles turned on their headlights; some people grabbed fire extinguishers to help the person engulfed in flames while others rushed toward me.
I saw crowbars, wrenches, baseball bats in their hands... They weren’t here to cheer me on!
I dared not linger any longer; I turned the steering wheel sharply and slammed on the gas in one direction.
In the rearview mirror, headlights formed a long line chasing after my car!
I gritted my teeth and pressed forward.
I didn’t know how much time passed when suddenly the SUV lurched upward as if hitting a steep slope. Instinctively, I floored the accelerator; the engine roared as I felt the vehicle tilt upward!
I didn't know how long it had been or how high I had climbed. The car leveled out, and just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the front suddenly dipped.
My chest slammed against the steering wheel since I hadn't fastened my seatbelt. Even though I had released the accelerator, the car continued to race forward under the influence of inertia, almost weightless. I dared not press the brake or the clutch!
The wind howled outside the window, and I could feel the car crunching over stones and plunging into potholes, nearly toppling over several times! Sweat soaked my back, my clothes clinging to me, cold and sticky.
Finally, the car steadied, and it came to a stop. In the rearview mirror was nothing but endless darkness; they hadn't caught up with me.
During the day, my husband and I were carefree and sweet together, but now he was missing, and I had narrowly escaped disaster! I doubted whether this was all a dream—a long, terrifying nightmare. Was that man who tried to assault me merely a part of this dream?
It didn’t seem so! My face felt sticky and uncomfortable; I turned on the overhead light and wiped my hand across it—my palm was stained crimson! My cheeks were visibly swollen, and my molars felt loose, sending sharp pains with every breath.
I had truly killed someone! That man had ripped open my shirt and unfastened my jeans' belt, yanking them down with all his might!
My aching left hand found my husband's Cigarette Case and Lighter resting on the gear shift. Gripping the Lighter, I extended its flame toward the man's Old Sheepskin Coat, as if lighting a cigarette for my husband.
With a crackling sound, flames erupted. I forced myself to open the car door and kicked the man out with all my strength! The fire spread rapidly, turning his Old Sheepskin Coat into a blazing fireball!
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