Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Little girl, beg us for mercy now, and we’ll be gentle later. It won’t hurt.”

“Little girl, you’re not still a virgin, are you?”

“If you are, that’ll make us feel even worse.”

Several men start to tug and pull at Jasmine Yale, one of them grabbing her arm!

Jasmine looks down, biting into the back of his hand, biting hard.

She doesn’t possess any particular skills, but regardless, she can’t let these men have their way!

She resents not having taken up taekwondo with Sylvan Cheney; otherwise, she would have been more than a match for these thugs.

“This little girl is feisty, oh it hurts!” The man being bitten laughs, “Doesn’t matter, it’ll be more fun later.”

“Brother Qian, she bit you. You’ll have to get back at her.”

“I’m going to kill her later.”

The men tease Jasmine back and forth, utterly debauched and contemptible.

Surrounded by this group of men, Jasmine feels a chill coursing through her.

Won’t she be able to escape tonight?

Why did this have to happen to her?

Why?

She’s not capable of fighting off these men. Escaping from them is next to impossible!

Several men pull and tug at Jasmine.

Feeling her arm being touched, Jasmine frowns, violently shaking them off.

“Don’t, baby. Behave, and you’ll like it.”

One man grabbed Jasmine’s hand, laughing even louder, “This hand is so smooth, bet you’re a real beauty. What a shame we can’t see.”

“Maybe she’s a student!”

“If she’s a student, she must be a virgin. Jackpot!”

“You’re dreaming, how many students these days are still virgins? Hahaha.”

“Hahaha!”

“Disgusting!” Jasmine snaps at them.

She tries to shove them away, but several men quickly grab her arms.

“Ding”, a button from her coat is ripped off and falls to the ground!

The sound echoes unusually clearly!

She feels a cold shiver down her spine, her palms sweaty.

Her heart is beating frantically, as if she’s in a fiery purgatory, burning and frightened.

Her wide eyes show despair and disgust. Her brow furrows as she struggles against them.

All she hears are the vile laughter and teasing of the men, buzzing like a swarm of flies.

Suddenly—

“Bang”—

A gunshot rings out!

“Ah!” The men panic, their faces instantly turning pale.

Everybody freezes, alert in the darkness, flitting around like headless flies!

Bang—

Bang—

Three gunshots, three men fall!

The remaining men panic even more.

“Run, someone’s coming!”

“What the hell, who the hell brings a gun into Landon!”

“Damn it, how did we get into a mess like this.”

“Run!”

Jasmine’s legs go weak from fright; she collapses on the ground, her vision blackening.

The sound of the gunfire is deafening, it makes her ears ring.

Was somebody just killed? Is there trouble?

Collapsed on the ground, she no longer has the strength to think.

At this moment, she wouldn’t care much if someone shot her.

She’s exhausted.

Even though the men hadn’t hurt her yet, at this moment, she doesn’t really feel like living anymore.

The ground is cold beneath her, and she sits on it.

Two tears roll down.

Her heart keeps thudding in her chest.

There’s a buzzing in her ears; the air is thick with the smell of blood. It’s nauseating, spreading instantaneously, permeating every molecule in the air.

Bang, bang!

Two more gunshots!

All five men lie on the ground, sprawled out in all directions, not moving.