The Pervert

I held my breath for the sharp pain, and my tears rolled down my face. Peter walked to me with a sinister smile and squatted in front of me. "Do you want to continue your struggle? Mr. Carroll is dead. Do you want to keep your virgin for him?" He lifted my chin with one hand. "Given this beautiful face, it will be a waste for you to become a widow." "Well, let go." I turned my head and pushed Peter away. Peter stumbled for the push. I tried to escape in a panic, but the smile on Peter's face became bright. "Run! Run on! You will excite me in this way!" This sounded like the lines in the soap dramas! I became excited for your struggle. I felt despaired. Peter must be the legendary killer. He would ra*e his victim and then kill her. I cried while looking for a way out. Peter followed me behind, enjoying this game. Was the window locked too? I shook the handle of the window, and my hope was shattered. Wasn't Peter afraid that a fire would happen? I had no way out, and so did him. Suddenly, I felt something on my arm, so I stopped by the window. Thinking that I had given in, Peter came over and cornered me by the wall. "Well, do you figure out what is good for you?" Speaking, Peter caressed my fair and tender cheeks. "Reputation is worthless nowadays. You should sell yourself for a good price." "Peter." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Please be gentle. I, I don't like pain." I looked pitiful, but Peter felt excited. "Don't worry. If you are good, I promise to be gentle." Peter tried to take off my wedding dress. "It's the first time I make love with a woman in a wedding dress." I clutched the hairpin in my hand. When Peter unzippered my dress, I raised my hand and stabbed him in the chest. "Ah!" Peter screamed for the pain and let go of me. Gritting his teeth, Peter pulled out the hairpin that was in his chest. Blood gushed out from the wound. "Do you know who I am?" Peter covered his chest and rushed to me like crazy. "Don't you know what is awaiting you?" Oh no! My plan failed! I saw that the mark of the blood on the hairpin, which Peter had thrown to the ground, was about one centimeter. The wound was shallow, so I knew that Peter wasn't badly wounded. I took off my high heels and smashed the window. After a dozen times of smashes, I found that the glass was intact. Peter was right behind my back now. He held my waist and dragged me to the bed like crazy. I was petite and no match for Peter. Therefore, I was thrown onto the bed after a few struggles. "Help!" I cried. I couldn't get rid of an irritated grown-up man. Soon, my wedding dress was torn to shreds, and Roll of the T-shirt beneath the wedding dress was torn. Peter was stunned by my fair skin. "I'll finish the wedding for Carroll!" Bang! There was a loud bang at the door. At the sight of the comer, I cried so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. "Mr. Carroll!" Carroll stood at the door, handed his bangle to Jason, and then unbuttoned his cuffs. Carroll looked furious. Everyone in the room felt oppressed. Peter let go of me. "I knew that you wouldn't die so easily." "I can kill you." Carroll strode over, raised his long leg, and kicked Peter to the ground. Peter held his belly with his hands, and his expression was ferocious. "Just a gal. Do you have to do so? Why do you want to kill me?" "Gal?" Carroll took off his suit and draped it around my shoulders. Then, he stepped on Peter's head. Carroll stomped Peter's bloodless face several times. "Remember that there are some women you can't hurt." "Haha! Carroll, aren't you insolent? Are you in love with this girl?" Bang! Another kick. This kick was so powerful that Peter slid backward one meter. "Ah!" Carroll walked over held me in his arms, and said in a soft voice, "Let's go home." Scared out of wits, I nodded my head in a daze. Then, Carroll carried me out. Before we left the bloody bedroom, Peter said confidently, "Whoever has a soft spot can't be invincible." Carroll chuckled contemptuously. He turned around, squatted in front of Peter, picked up the hairpin from the ground, and tapped it on Peter's face. "Even if I become weak, you aren't my equal. Peter, you will second to me forever in school, in the circle, and in the business world. "You can't be No.1 as long as I am still alive. You had better remember your place and not cause trouble, or..." "Are you threatening me? Carroll, don't be silly! People in Costsley dread me as much as they do you. Therefore, I am of the same status as you." Shouting, Peter wanted to stand up, but Carroll pushed him back to the ground with one hand. "Do you really think so?" "You!" "Let's go." Carroll got up, smoothed out the wrinkles on his pants, and led me out of Peter's villa. I hid in a corner in the car. The horrible memory of what had just happened flashed back to me. If Carroll came a bit later, I... I shook my head hard to drive the memories out of my mind. "Are you scared?" Carroll moved over and held me, who huddled up in the backseat, in his arms. With the warmth of Carroll around me, I gradually calmed down. I looked up at Carroll and said, "Yes. Yes. It's horrible. "Oh, oh. "Why did you come so late? It's horrible. I almost... "Peter's a lunatic. He's a perverted murderer. Call the police to arrest him..." Carroll gave me a tight embrace. "I taught him a lesson. I'll make him compensate you tomorrow." "Ah! It hurts!" I cried louder. Carroll's arm pressed my sphenoid, which almost broke from Peter's violence. I didn't hear Carroll for the sharp pain. "Are you injured?" Carroll pulled away the suit around me, and my scarlet wound appeared in his vision. His face darkened. "Go to the hospital." "What? So bad?" I couldn't see my back. Carroll suggested to go to the hospital, so I thought that my back was badly wounded. I wailed. "Do you want cakes?" I cried on. "Juice?" I didn't stop crying. "Go buy some gifts to Madam," Carroll said.