The girl in the white dress sat by the bed. She raised her head to look at the gray-haired man, then lowered it again, remaining quietly silent.
"Little Girl, do you want to leave?" The man looked at the silent girl, took off his coat, and smiled. "You only need to 'persuade' me."
His hand moved to his waist.
The girl in the white dress saw this and immediately rose to her feet. As though she had long been prepared, she rushed for the door.
But the man seemed to have anticipated it. He reached out, blocked her path, seized her body, and threw her straight onto the wool carpet.
Bang!
"Good, good." The man laughed excitedly. He stared at the girl's pitifully beautiful face, several strands of black hair scattered over her frightened little face. "They really found me a good one."
Bang!
The girl looked at the man and tried to climb back up, only to be pressed down again.
Her fair skin had taken on faint bluish-purple bruises from the man's rough movements.
The man grabbed at her white dress.
Riiip!
With a sharp sound, the hem of her dress tore open.
The girl struggled to rise.
The man grinned viciously, pinned one of her hands with one hand, and raised his other hand again.
Bzzzt!
At that moment, his body convulsed violently before collapsing to the side.
The struggling girl stared blankly at the fallen man. A somewhat sturdy figure appeared in her field of vision.
Behind the Youth was a door that had somehow opened, and he held an electric baton in his hand.
The Youth glanced at the man on the floor, then shifted his gaze to the girl lying there as well. "Can you get up?" he asked quickly.
After saying that, he