In My Desperate Time
Chapter22 He comes in time

I struggle desperately, resisting for a long time. Finally my strength is exhausted and I give up with all hopes dashed to pieces.

I never thought it would happen to me, by four men.

This is a thousand times more disgusting than what Andrew Malan did to me.

"Give her a pill first. It'll be more comfortable later." The fat man says and wedges my mouth open.

I know what this medicine is clearly. When a drug slides down into my stomach, it chills my heart suddenly.

Thinking that I would be like a slut ridden by these four wretched men in a few minutes makes me feel so sick that I would bite my tongue and kill myself. They have unzipped me and my clothes are half off.

At that time, the sound of a car horn comes from the distance.

Just before, I called for help to that car.

Unexpectedly, he really notices me in the car, and arrives at the last minute.

Those four men panic and get up from me, looking nervously ahead.

Frances Louis gets out of the car. Seeing he is alone, those men are obviously relieved. They tub their hands and walk towards Frances Louis sneeringly.

I untie my feet quickly and get dressed. Seeing Frances Louis tipping me a wink, I run to hide behind Frances Louis while the other men are not paying attention. Hiding behind him makes relived. "Get in the car." Frances Louis says to me in a low voice.

I freeze and don't move.

It's so dangerous for him to come alone to save me, and the other four are burly chaps. I can't leave him here alone!

"Move, don't be a hindrance here."

Seeing me unmoved, Frances Louis begins to get impatient.

I feel a little dizzy. Maybe the medicine is working. Staying here would not only help Frances Louis, but also might drag him down and put myself in a more danger position.

After thinking, I listen to him and get in the car.

The air conditioning is on, which makes my hot body finally relieved some.

I look out of the car nervously. The four men rush toward Frances Louis together.

I think Frances Louis is supposed to be outnumbered, but he settles them all, neat and quick.

Shortly afterwards, the police arrive and take the four men away. They should have asked me to take a statement, but Frances Louis settles it in a few words.

I tear my clothes because of the heat. I look myself in the rearview mirror, disheveled and dusty, but with blurred eyes, flushed cheeks and horny look.

Frances Louis comes towards the car. He shivers obviously as he gets in. The air conditioner has been set to the lowest temperature by me. I feel hot. I feel so hot. There is a ball of fire in my body, which needs to be let out desperately. Frances Louis looks at me with his deep eyes. I feel thirsty and could not help licking my lips.

He leans forward, his breath just inches from me.

The strong scent of male hormones emanating from Frances Louis has wrapped me around. I swallow hard and ask him, "Is there any water?"

"Yes."

His lips raise an ambiguous smile, his hands holding my head, and then a hot kiss sweeps over me so overwhelmingly.

His lips are soft and cool, encroaching on my consciousness.

I don't know why I don't resist. Maybe it is the domination of internal medicine, or maybe it is the cry of my subconscious. I am lost in this kiss.

I can feel Frances Louis's breathing thicken and finally leave my lips and begin to attack me downward.