Chapter 196: The Accident (7) Finally, Oscar Comes for Her!

It seemed she couldn't escape. Hannah watched the large man approach, step by step. She felt utterly helpless, overwhelmed by fear. Her face paled, and she clutched herself tightly.

Janet watched coldly, pleasure evident in her gaze as she observed Hannah's blood-stained and terrified face. She'd envisioned this scene countless times, and now it was unfolding before her. Hannah was reduced to suffering, and Janet considered filming it, to expose her. But she reconsidered, fearing the evidence could be used against her. Oscar wouldn't kill her, but he might not be merciful. Sometimes, living could be crueler than death.

Janet watched impassively as Hannah backed toward the wall, finding no escape. The man squatted, then lunged. Hannah fought back a scream, feeling his touch. She bit her lip, focusing on survival. She stared at him, uncertain how long this ordeal would last, or if she could endure it.

She felt him tearing her clothes. Deep and superficial wounds bled anew from his brutality. The sight of her delicate, blood-stained body seemed to further arouse him; he'd initially followed instructions, but now he was sexually excited. Janet noticed the change. Even a woman would be captivated by Hannah's beauty, let alone a man.

"Fuck her! Fuck her like hell!" Janet snarled.

The man, further aroused, grabbed Hannah's knees so hard she thought they'd break.

"Please, be gentler," she said.

He froze. Janet, too, was surprised. Hannah's actions seemed utterly degrading, a desperate bid for survival. Janet expected a struggle, at least a pretense of it. Instead, Hannah was using seduction. The tactic was effective; her words ignited his desire.

"This is my first time. I'm afraid it hurts," Hannah whispered shyly, her apparent vulnerability overwhelming him. He became gentler, his grip loosening. Hannah smiled, and he was captivated. He'd likely never seen a woman so beautiful. The thought of her inexperience seemed to soften the hardened mercenary.

But this was a calculated deception. Hannah kicked him hard in the groin.

"Ouch!" he cried, collapsing in agony, rolling on the ground.

Janet's face contorted in fury. "Damn you, Hannah! Go!" she screamed, ordering another man to her. This one, unlike the first, was unmoved by Hannah's earlier tactics. He slapped her hard across the face.

Her face flushed and swelled, but she endured the pain. The man ripped her legs apart. Hannah fought back desperately; she knew Janet wouldn't kill her until she'd been raped. The longer she resisted, the longer she might live. But she was no match for him. He overpowered her, his face twisted in brutality. Tears streamed down her face. She regretted her actions, wishing she'd submitted to Oscar; he was the only one she felt deserved her first time.

Just as the assault was about to begin, the warehouse door crashed open.

Bang! The sound shattered the night's stillness.

The man paused, turning towards the entrance. Dozens of people surged inside. Hannah spotted Oscar immediately. He moved fearlessly towards her, his eyes cold, fierce, and hostile. He squatted, scooped her up, and carried her away. The other man was paralyzed by Oscar's intensity.

Hannah was back in Oscar's arms. She clung to him, feeling his strong, rapid heartbeat. She felt a sense of overwhelming relief.

Finally, he had come for her.