The Argument

"Hold on! I think you're hiding spies here!" one of the soldiers said, a vicious gleam in his eyes. His ferocious stare resembled a hungry wolf's, as though he wanted to devour everything before him. His voice was hoarse and grating, full of suspicion and menace.

The village chief's expression changed abruptly, like a clear sky suddenly swallowed by dark clouds. He instinctively leaned forward, as if about to step up and explain. His lips trembled, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his hands moved involuntarily. "Sir, how could that be? Our village has always been law-abiding. We would never dare harbor spies!"

As he spoke, he slipped a hand behind his back, urgently signaling for the two sisters to run. His eyes were filled with anxiety and concern, his fingers trembling slightly as he desperately tried to warn them of the danger.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late.

The soldier was staring intently at Zilan and her sister, his face twisted with lust. His gaze slithered over them like a venomous snake, a sickening smile hanging on his lips. Both young women were terrified. Their faces instantly turned as white as paper, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. They slowly edged backward, as though trying to escape that dreadful stare.

It inevitably brought something else to mind.

In the past, the village had always lived in fear of pirates from beyond its shores. Whenever those pirates invaded, they burned, killed, and plundered. Women who were even slightly attractive had no chance of surviving. Those pirates were like demons, their laughter filled with malice and cruelty. The women could only suffer sexual abuse and die miserable deaths, denied even the right to take their own lives. They wept and begged for mercy in despair, only to