Trampled Heart

"No. No."

"Please, we didn't see or hear anything today. Just let us go. Please."

Olivia Smith scrambled desperately to the other side of the bed.

Just as she was about to reach the edge, the scar-faced man grabbed her ankle and yanked her back, laughing.

Her trembling skin, highlighted against the bright red bedspread, looked even smoother and more enticing.

The scar-faced man's eyes turned red with lust. "Let you go? Why should I let you go? We risked our lives waiting here for an extra hour for you to come back. Why should I let such a beautiful woman go? I will definitely have my fun today."

"Hurry up, we need to get moving."

On the sofa opposite the bed, beneath a wedding photo, a young man in a white shirt stood up, buttoning his shirt as he spoke. His voice was deep and magnetic, but his words were as cold as a venomous snake.

Kneeling at his feet was today's groom, Olivia's husband, David Jones. David still held a medical suture needle and thread. He had just removed a bullet and stitched up the man in front of him.

David looked at Olivia, pinned under the scar-faced man, with a heart full of pain and despair. He clutched the pants of the man in the white shirt, pleading, "Sir, we won't say a word about what happened today. Please, I just saved your life. Let us go. We just got married today."

What was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives turned into a nightmare the moment they opened the door to their new home and saw these two bloodied men.

The man in the white shirt calmly finished buttoning up, then grabbed David and dragged him out of the bedroom. They had stolen business from their rivals and were chased all the way here. They had planned to find some food and rest before continuing their escape, but the scar-faced man saw the woman in the wedding photo and decided to stay an extra hour.

This was a bad idea, especially since their safety wasn't guaranteed yet. But after being on the run for so long, their nerves were stretched to the limit. A brief moment of relaxation didn't seem unforgivable, especially with the heavy rain outside washing away most traces and masking any sounds.

"David."

"Olivia."

Olivia reached out to David as she struggled. David tried to rush to her, but one was pinned under the scar-faced man, and the other was held by the man in the white shirt, unable to break free.

As the man in the white shirt continued to walk out, the scar-faced man suddenly spoke up, "Robert, leave the man here too. I've never had the thrill of doing it in front of a husband. Just thinking about it excites me."

Robert Davis frowned. Things were already out of hand today. If they each watched one person, they could still control the situation. But if David stayed in the bedroom, the two might cooperate and resist, leading to unexpected trouble.

His gaze fell on the scar-faced man's back, covered in scars. Robert swallowed his words. This was the friend who had once saved his life by taking a knife for him. He had no other vices, just this one lustful habit. They had already waited an hour; leaving the clearly terrified David in the bedroom shouldn't cause any problems.

Robert took off his shirt, tied David's hands tightly, and broke both his legs. "I'll wait outside. Clean up when you're done."

"Got it, Robert. I knew you had my back. I'll owe you my life, no matter how many times."

"Cut your crap. Just stay alive."

Robert cursed with a smile, then walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Alright, beautiful, let's continue. You just got married today, right? Has your husband had you yet? Are you still a virgin?"

The scar-faced man excitedly tore at Olivia's clothes. Olivia's mind was filled with the phrase "clean up." From the moment they opened the door, they had begged these two men, handed over all their possessions, and even revealed their professions, saving the man in the white shirt's life, all to survive. But these men hadn't blinked an eye.

She couldn't hope for mercy from them anymore. "Clean up" surely meant killing them, not tidying up the room.

She couldn't die. Her brother had just died in a car accident last year, leaving her elderly parents with only her. If she died, her parents wouldn't last long either. David couldn't die either. He was the only child of his parents, born when they were in their forties. They had saved every penny for him. If they died, his parents wouldn't survive either.

They had given up everything and endured this humiliation. They couldn't lose their lives, either. They had to survive.

Olivia stopped struggling and slowly embraced the man on top of her. "Sir, if I please you, will you let us go?"

The scar-faced man grabbed her breasts, kissing her neck roughly. "You smell so good. Other people's wives are the best. Don't worry, I'll keep you alive a bit longer."

"Sir, I can stay with you forever."

"Good, good. Hahaha."

Tears silently streamed down Olivia's face. She turned to look at David, who was struggling to crawl towards the bed. He was still a distance away, and blood was spreading from his legs.

Olivia bit her lip hard and held the man on top of her tighter.

Once. Twice. Three times.

When the scar-faced man finally finished the third time and tried to get up, Olivia clung to him, her voice sickeningly sweet, "Sir, I want more. Don't stop."

"You're such a slut. This must be your first time enjoying a man."

The scar-faced man laughed and pressed down on her again. Once more. And again.

Finally, David reached the bed, lifting his bound hands towards Olivia. Hidden in his sleeve was the surgical knife he had used to remove Robert's bullet. To avoid detection, the sharp blade had already cut into his skin.

Olivia, tears in her eyes, took the knife from David's arm and took a deep breath. The scar-faced man was kissing her chest, exposing his neck.

With all her strength, Olivia plunged the knife into his neck. The artery burst, and blood sprayed like a fountain, hitting the ceiling and then raining down on Olivia and David's pale, bloodless faces.