Chapter 2 CHAPTER TWO The Night He Came For Me

Clara POV

The smile on the man's face made my stomach twist. Because it wasn't just anger anymore, it was enjoyment.

Like he had been waiting for this moment all night.

I took another step back. My heel hit something on the ground and I almost lost balance.

“Please,” I said again, this time,more softer.

“I already said I'm sorry.” I added.

The men laughed hysterically.

One of them cracked his knuckles. Another one tilted his head like he was deciding where to start.

“Unfortunately my love,” he said in a mocking tone.

“You didn't say the right sorry,” he added.

My throat went dry.

“Let's make this quick,” he said, stepping closer.

I turned my head sharply,looking for help, but there was none.

There was no escape route. My hands started shaking.

I grabbed my bag tighter like it could protect me.

If this men wants to take me down. I won't go down without a fight.

“Come anywhere close and I will punch you right in the face,” I said, trying to sound confident.

They were taken aback for a bit, and then, they looked at me like I had spoken a strange language, and immediately burst into laughter.

“Punch me in the face?” The man said, closing in. I moved back fast. I didn't know when my back hit one of the men surrounding me.

He grabbed me and caressed my face.

“Such a pretty jewel,” he said and pushed me to the cold ground.

I was now in their middle, no escape.

“Hold her,” the man from the bar said.

And in that moment, panic hit me. I tried to move but strong hands grabbed my arms roughly.

I struggled.

“Let me go!” I screamed.

My voice echoed down the empty street, but no answer came back, only the sound of their laughter.

There were enjoying every bit of this.

One of them leaned in too close, and I immediately turned my face away.

“Relax, he said.

“It won't hurt that much.” He said and lifted me from the ground.

“Stop!” I gasped.

“Please stop!” I cried but they didn't listen.

The other men followed. He dropped at the  corner of a bush. And before I could say anything, he spread my legs apart that it hurts and tore my top.

I screamed.

“Wait,” the bar man said.

The man who had taken me down stared at him in confusion.

“I'll go first,” the leader said.

The other man nodded with a predatory grin and stepped back, leaving me alone with him.

“Please…I beg of you, don't do this,” I pleaded, my voice trembled as I backed away on my elbows.

But his response was a sharp slap that sent my head snapping to the side.

The force of it made my vision blur, and the metallic taste of blood immediately filled my mouth.

I cried out, but my sob was drown by the cold laughter of the men watching.

He lunged forward, his fingers digging into my jaw like talons as he forced a rough, disgusting kiss on me.

And in a moment of pure desperation, I bit down. Bitting him as hard as I could until I tasted blood.

He let out a guttural roar of pain and recoiled, touching his bleeding lip.

There was silence for a moment, and then his face turn into pure rage.

The retaliation that followed was brutal.

He struck me again, but this time, it was a closed fist that caught me in the temple, sending the world spinning into a blur of grey.

Before I could recover. His boot caught me in the ribs. Causing air to disappear from my lungs in a painful wheeze.

I curled into a ball, gasping for breath.

Another kick landed against my shoulder, then my thigh, each blow feeling like a heavy weight crushing the life out of me.

I tried to crawl away, but my limbs felt like lead.

My strength was draining onto the cold ground, my muscles felt frayed, and my head throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening pulse.

I was too weak to even scream, the only thing I could produce was a low, broken whimper.

He hovered over me, his shadow blotting out the light. I looked up through swollen eyes. My body heavy and defeated.

So this is how it ends, I thought, as cold dread settled deep in my gut.

So this is how I'm going to loose my virginity.

I thought but a sound cut through the air. It wasn't just any sound. It was more like an engine.

A 2024 Bugatti Chiron roared into the scene, it's tires screaming on the gravel.

The bright led highlights flashed directly into the men's faces, blinding them.

They covered their eyes and shouted in anger.

The car came to a sharp halt. The door opened and he stepped out.

It was no other person but Mr handsome. Looking like a powerful Mafia boss.

He was wearing an expensive suit, and his face was cold and emotionless.

He walked towards the men with slow, steady steps.

“Who the hell are you?” The leader yell, as he lifted his heavy figure off me.

He took a closer look at Mr handsome and he gasp in shock. Realizing he was thesame person who'd embarrassed him at the bar.

He ran to one of his men and grabbed a knife from his pocket.

“Get out of here if you want to live!”  He roared, holding out the knife.

But Mr Handsome didn't even look afraid.

“You dare touched what belongs to me,” he said with a deep scary voice.

“Now, you will pay.”

Belonged to him?

I was too weak to process the meaning of his words.

And in the blink of an eye. The first man ran at him, swinging the knife like a metal pipe. But Mr Handsome moved like lightening.

He dodge the knife, grabbed the man's arm, and twisted it.

There was a crack as the bone broke instantly. The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The other men watched in horror as Mr Handsome bent to  take the knife from the man on the ground, groaning in pain.

But he didn't stab him. Instead, he stared at the knife like it was cake and looked at the men ahead.

“Who's next?” He asked, with a childish grin.

Two other men jumped on him at the same time.

Mr Handsome kicked one man hard in the stomach. The man flew backward and hit a wall.

Then, he grabbed the second man by the throat, and punched him three times in the face, hard.

I heard the sound of teeth breaking. The man collapsed, bleeding and unconscious.

One of the men tried to hit him from behind, but Mr Handsome caught his wrist. He squeezed the man's wrist until the bones snapped.

Then, he grabbed his head and twisted it with a loud snapped. The man's neck cracked, and he fell to the ground like a heavy stone.

And in less than a minute,all the men were lying on the ground,broken and defeated.

Mr Handsome quickly ran over to me. He knelt down in the ground,not caring about his expensive suits.

He gently lifted my head and touched my bruised face.

“Can you hear me?” He asked, his voice trembling with worry.

“Look at me, I'm here, please stay with me ,”

I tried to hold onto his hand, but my body felt too heavy.

My eyes slowly closed as the world disappeared.

I was too weak to stay awake, and I passed out in his arms.