chapter 3 Gang Rape

Erin's POV

"Fuck! This little bitch is so hot! Look at those tits!"

The homeless man at the front grabbed my collar and tore it open. My chest was almost completely exposed.

"Get away! Don't touch me!" I struggled desperately and kicked him in the groin.

The man screamed and clutched himself, staggering backward.

I immediately grabbed my torn clothes to cover myself and backed away.

My legs had no strength. The wounds on my back hadn't been treated for days. I was starting to run a fever.

I had to end this quickly. Even with some fighting skills, I couldn't handle this many people.

"Damn it! You dare kick me! Get her! Fuck her to death!"

The homeless man charged again.

I didn't dodge. When he got close, I raised the glass shard I'd just grabbed from a nearby trash can and drove it straight into his neck!

"Go to hell!"

The moment I pulled out the glass, blood gushed everywhere.

The homeless man clutched his throat, making gurgling sounds, his eyes wide as he collapsed.

The others were shocked by this scene and stopped in their tracks.

They hadn't expected me to kill someone!

"You idiots! So many men can't handle one woman? Don't you want the money? Get her! I want her fucked to death by men today!"

I glared viciously at Gloria, who was filming with her phone from a distance. This woman was pure evil!

When the others heard Gloria mention money, they didn't hesitate anymore and rushed at me!

One grabbed my wrist while another kicked me hard in the waist.

The pain made me drop my grip. I was pinned to the cold ground.

"Dirty bitch, you even dare kill people. You must be wild in bed!"

The homeless man who kicked me spat and slapped me hard across the face.

Their hands groped all over my body. I struggled and screamed for them to get off.

"Erin, so what if you're a Perez family princess? You're still like a rat in the gutter! How do you like the homeless men I found for you? Getting touched like this, you're soaking wet, aren't you?"

I felt several disgusting hands exploring my body, trying to tear off my clothes.

I struggled and resisted, biting my lip until it bled to stay conscious.

"Gloria, you fucking bitch! You'll go to hell!"

"Go to hell?" Gloria sneered.

"You're just like your useless mother, only good for saying this garbage! When your mom was dying, she kept screaming 'Hilda, you'll go to hell!' But now my mother is still living well. The one who went to hell was your useless mom! So Erin, tonight you're the one going to hell!"

Mom! So mom suffered so much before she died!

I was on a college tour organized by school then. When I returned, mom was already lying in a cold coffin.

Dad told me mom's illness had relapsed.

So Hilda had gone to provoke mom again! She was the one who made mom die of anger!

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" I roared, my throat full of blood.

I struggled and bit down hard on the dirty hand grabbing me.

I got punched in the face for it.

"Fucking bitch, you bit me!"

Through my daze, I saw Gloria smile contemptuously. She put away her phone, told them to kill me after they were done, then got in her car and left.

I had no strength left!

But I couldn't die!

Mom, what should I do?

Just as I started crying, there was a dull thud in front of me.

I opened my eyes wide and saw a man in a black jacket walking quickly toward us, black jeans wrapped around his long, strong legs.

He wore a black baseball cap, his face unclear.

He didn't speak, just raised his hand and struck the homeless man closest to me. His arms were thick and strong like tree trunks. One punch knocked the man unconscious.

The remaining homeless men froze for a second, then grabbed wooden sticks and surrounded him.

He dodged the stick while striking with his elbow at the opponent's ribs, then kicked another man away.

In the dim light, I could only see his black cap pulled low, covering most of his face.

He used no weapons, just fists and feet, and within minutes had knocked down all the homeless men.

The entire alley was filled only with painful groans.

The man stood there, breathing slightly hard.

I slowly sat up, supporting myself on the ground, pulling my torn clothes around me, my voice weak.

"Thank you..."

I saw a silver chain around his neck with a lion pendant. The mane was carved especially sharp, with a small obsidian stone set in the lion's eye.

He looked in my direction for about ten seconds, then took off his jacket and threw it to me.

"Put it on." The man's voice was hoarse.

I clutched the jacket. He turned and walked away.

I tried to get up and follow him, wanting to ask how I could thank him, but heard chaotic footsteps behind me.

I turned to see several men in black running in, demanding harshly.

"Did you see a man in a black jacket and black cap?"

Having grown up in a mafia family, I sensed their killing intent.

I understood why the man had to leave so quickly. He was avoiding these people's pursuit.

I immediately pointed in the opposite direction. "He ran that way. Just left not long ago."

After making sure those people had chased far away, I put on the man's jacket and left.

Dawn was breaking. Early pedestrians began appearing on the streets, looking at me with contempt and curiosity.

When I reached the villa entrance, the sun had risen.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had to see dad and tell him everything Gloria had done. He would definitely stand up for me!

"Erin is so shameless! Running out of the basement to mess around with homeless men! When she comes back, I'll shoot her dead!"

I heard dad cursing me angrily at the door. My heart immediately ached terribly, and tears flowed out.

I'd always been an obedient child. How could dad not believe me!

I had to go in and explain everything clearly!

"Lorenzo, there might be some misunderstanding here." Stepmother Hilda began her fake persuasion.

"Even if it's a misunderstanding, she's no longer a virgin! She's dirty! And after being rejected by the Thomas family, she's completely useless! She should just die to preserve the Perez family's reputation!"

My whole body trembled. Maybe from fear, but more from pain.

So in dad's eyes, I was just a useful tool!

Now that I was useless, I should die!

I couldn't stand anymore. My body went soft and I bumped into a nearby pillar, making a loud noise.

"That must be Erin coming back! Get my gun. Let her die in the yard. It'll be easier to bury her." Dad's cold voice.

I ran desperately away.

I couldn't let dad catch me!

Gunshots rang out behind me.