In My Desperate Time

Apart from people coming here for using the bathroom, there is hardly anyone passing by. I couldn’t find anyone even if I want to
call for help.
Andrew’s touch on me makes me feel gross.
It’s disgusting to the point of throwing up.
“You let go of me!” I frown and say to him with disgust.
He stops and looks at me, “When I was not capable of this side of thing, you were so eager for men at that time. Don’t pretend to
be chaste in front of me now.”
Then he pushes me against the wall and reaches out his right hand on my breast and grabbed rudely.
“Well, well, it’s been a long time since our last meeting, but your breasts have grown quite a bit. It seems that you have been
nourished quite well by men!”
As he says, he starts to tear my clothes off.
He is so strong that all I hear is a tearing sound and the fabric is ripped off my shoulders, with my bare skin on the cold wall,
which makes me shiver.
“Andrew, you are breaking the law by doing so! Haven’t you had enough time in the jail? Do you really want to go back in again?”
I shout angrily to him.
He stops his rudeness on me. I thought he is scared by my warnings, but in the next second, he lowers his head slightly and
glares at me with gloomy and cold eyes, “Jane, do you know how much I hate you? Even if I go to hell, I’ll drag you together! You
also hate me very much, don’t you? But what can you do to me even if I fucked you right here!? Hahaha!”
His laughter is so crazy and piercing that it sends a chill down my back.
I look around and realize that I’ve been dragged into the bathroom by him.
But strangely, there was no one in the bathroom.
No one will hear me even if I want to call for help.

Frances appears in my mind.
I don’t know why he would be in my mind. There is no doubt that I hate him.
But why? Why would I think of him first when I am helpless?
Perhaps, it’s because that he once saved me from trouble again and again. I find myself an excuse and stop thinking any details
about him.
Every minute about him in my mind is mixed with pain and hate.
“Well, you must feel strange that no one breaks in to be your hero, don’t you? I’ll tell you that I have put up the sign of cleaning
on the door when we get in, so no one would come to save you no matter how loud you cry. Just take it and enjoy beneath my
body.”
Then his mouth, which is reeked of alcohol, suddenly gets close to me.
The smell makes my head swim and I can’t help feeling sick, struggling harder to push him away.
With his kisses falling on my neck, I furrow grossly and feel I would rather kill myself.
What he is going to do next is more disgusting.
He takes off his pants, leaving only the underwear on him. To my surprise, somewhere at his private part that has never lifted
before now is hard and standing firmly.
How? Isn’t he impotent? Is he cured?
Though puzzled enough, I quickly move my sight away from him. I have no interest in him at all, and I’m afraid I would go blind
by looking at that place of his for too long.
At this moment, a sudden knock at the door is heard.
Andrew pauses and holds his breath.
Is someone coming to save me? I want to cry out but my mouth is soon covered by Andrew.
“Anyone?” outside the door, someone asks.