Suppressed Rage

The perpetrator was taken aback by Bella's escape and let out a loud, frustrated expletive.

“FUCK!” He abandoned his assault, fleeing the scene to evade detection, finding a hiding spot to avoid suspicion.

Meanwhile, Bella continued to flee, her cries for help echoing through the building. The employees who heard her were startled, leading to hushed conversations and sidelong glances.

“What's gotten into her? Why is she making such a scene?”

“Look at her, desperate for attention, disrupting everyone else's work!”

The murmurs only served to isolate Bella further, offering no comfort or aid in her moment of panic and fear.

"Hey! Bella! What's happening?" her boss reprimanded her sharply.

"T-There... there was a man who attacked me! In the bathroom! He tried to..." Bella's voice faltered, her breath uneven. Sweat dotted her forehead, her hands trembled, and even her legs shook.

Hoping for support and belief, Bella was met with condescension and scorn once again.

“Who would attack