chapter 5

She tried to kick him with her legs but they were locked against the shelf with his own. He tried to push his thigh between her legs which made her so helpless and vulnerable. He was kissing her neck while muffling her cries, caging her from all sides. 

Trying to hit him with her elbow, she was wriggling in his hold, resisting his touch but he was more powerful than she expected. Adding to her misery, the lights went off. 

After a couple of seconds it made sense to her that the only ray of hope she had that the library incharge may come and notice this harassment, faded. The library incharge already turned off the lights and left the place as she didn't saw anyone in her sight and probably it was above the time. 

Her guts started to churn as he disgustingly tried to rub her womanhood, sneaking his hand from behind. Her eyes swelled up with tears and she was bursting from inside. To grab her wrists while he molests her, he let go of her mouth, assuming that no one was around to hear her screams now. 

And then he tried to pull her pants down when she screamed on top of her lungs, screaming for help in her shrieking voice. 

"No bitch! Don't do that! No one's gonna come until i bang you and fuck your brains out" he really thought that no one's going to hear her as it was surpass the university's closing time. 

As he was groping her womanhood while biting her shoulder, she saw a shadow appearing in the window. 

Hoping to catch attention of the person so she can save her dignity, she started screaming loudly. The shaky voice which came out if her mouth was not clear but yet enough to tell someone that she was asking for help. 

The administration area was right beside the library, for the facility of faculty. And she almost hoped that the person will help her. But when the shadow faded and didn't appear again, her eyes started to hurt from the itching pain, not sure from which angle it was coming as her whole body was on fire at the moment. 

She missed her mother, closing her eyes she was trying frail movements to push him off. But he already started to rub her bare vagina and his next move was to thrust inside her when he felt a gun cocking against the back of his head. 

His movements froze in the middle as he turned around to see the man. His face was in the dark and he couldn't see his features, all did he know was that he had a great height, about 6'1. And he was much more stronger than him, analyzing his toned body structure.

Before he could make any sound out of his mouth, the gun striked across his cheek. Bruising his face in the most painful way as the cold metal cut his skin through. 

She turned around immediately to see whoever saved her from the torture. But all she smelled was that scent which invaded her senses before. 

She didn't wanted to believe that it was the same man. She was straightening her disheveled clothes in fear, as she tried to run past both of the men. 

But she had to stop when she saw that gun in his hand, pointing at that blond guy on floor. Her eyes became wide, when he raised the gun in direction, not feeling any hesitation in shooting all the bullets inside his head. 

He was about to pull the trigger, and her eyes were fixed on his finger against it. Just at the moment she placed her hand on top of his hand, which was holding the gun. 

"Please don't kill him. I beg you. I don't want any trouble for myself. Please just don't kill him" she started to plead him in the most pathetic tone ever, as she looked like a five year old who don't know what to say. 

Not even for a second, he looked at her. But she stood there, constantly gazing his dark face, in hope that he will listen to her begging. 

He jolted her hand away and let the gun recoil. As the bullet escaped and disappeared in his right hand only digging a bloody hole to let the blood come out and empty his veins. 

Her whole existence shook with the sound of the gun as she jumped in her place, placing her hands against her ears to avoid the sharp noise. 

Another bullet escaped from the gun and it landed between his left hand, making the blond guy cry in sheer wave of pain. At the moment, his aching body was just the same as a dying fish at the shore. 

Her eyes were popping out of her sockets, as she saw a pool of blood gathering around him. 

Not a word escaped from her lips as she felt herself incapable of moving. She felt as if he will shoot her too if she made a wrong move. In a state of shock, she didn't moved from her place and only let the tears stream down her cheeks until she could tastad the salty liquid. He grabbed her hand and took her out of the library. 

She didn't resisted his steel like hold as she didn't know what was happening around her anymore. She only looked down as if the bloody body was still in front of her. 

He took her down the building, and dragged her through the corridor. She could barely keep up with his fast pace and almost stumbled on her feet thrice. 

There was a black Mercedes Benz standing in front of the building. A circle of black men also stood there in a group as they were in his service. 

She could barely process anything around her. He stopped when they reached the car. He took off his coat and draped it around her shoulders as her blouse had been torn from the chest and all the while she didn't notice it. 

He motioned a man and he immediately stepped forward, his eyes on the floor. 

"Drop her" he only said two short words which were not even enough to analyze his deep voice. 

The man immediately followed his order and made Veronica sit inside the car. As he rushed to the driver's seat. 

As he ignited the engine, she glanced up for the first time to look at him. He stood at two feet distance from the car, as his sleeves were rolled up till his elbow, exposing the veins he had on his big hands and arm. He wore a black shirt and his chiseled jaw was prominent in the fully dark corridor. 

When she met his eyes, she realized that his eyes were also focused on her, giving a death, metallic stare.

While her tear drenched lashes, and red swarming in the pool as her hazel orbs looked intense with the amount of fear and anxiety she had in them. Her eyes reflected purity, vulnerability and horror in them. 

He was mesmerized for a millisecond before he pulled away and whispered to the other men to rid off the body. 

She couldn't hear him anymore as the car drove out of university. But she could still catch few glances of him moving inside, through the back mirror. 

She was still wondering, who he was?

The driver asked her where she lived. She told him to drive to the Gilmore girls hostel. 

In a few minutes, she reached the hostel empty handed and wounded inside. 

The driver made sure, she was inside the hostel before he leaves. 

Thankfully she didn't had to face anyone in such filthy state as everyone was in the dining hall for the dinner. 

She escaped to her room and pull out her fresh clothes out of the cupboard. Taking them along in the washroom, she hid his black blazer under her bed mattress so none of the girls could hint it. 

While washing her face, she looked up in the mirror and realized that her lip had a cut on left side but it was a minor one, and the blood seemed to be clotted at the place, leaving it scaly. 

She turned her face towards the side as her right cheek hurt alot. To frighten herself more, she found a bruise on her cheek which seemed really bad as it was still red. She must have got it after he hit her face into the shelf. 

How is she going to hide this mess on her face? She felt herself drowning when she felt his creepy touch against her sensitive area. She pulled on her hair in frustration as everything was making her crazy and she was feeling disgusted with her own body. 

If possible she wanted to cut off her body parts which he touched aggressively without her consent. 

She wondered what would have happened if she really had lost her virginity and that mysterious guy hadn't come on time. 

She might had to take her own life then, because she was so fragile that she never experienced any such thing before. And now all of sudden everything started to overwhelm her. The sexual abuse was too much. If he hadn't saved her, she possibly might have lost herself long ago.