The Man They Blame

Saving her again

“Come on, honey, come with us.” The two men led Erin further inside, navigating through corridors Erin had never visited before.

They brought her into a private room and locked it. Inside, they laid her down on the bed; her body writhed slowly as she moved her hands to feel the surface of the mattress, then felt safe and comfortable.

Meanwhile, the two men stood before her, watching the scene with passionate gazes. “She really has such beautiful curves.” They watched as she lay on her side.

The curves of her side formed a shape exactly like a Spanish guitar: a deep, narrow waistline, wide hips, and well-formed, firm buttocks of just the right size.

The men grew wilder as they looked at her body, even peering into the gap of Erin’s open dress. “Undressing her would certainly be an incredible pleasure.”

The man with the sinister-looking scar on his face nodded in agreement. “I feel like I want to bury my face right between her breasts. It’s such a shame if we just watch her without doing anything here.”

His words brought realization to the other man, and his face lit up. “You’re right. While waiting for that guy to show up, why don’t we…” He signaled to his partner.

Then both of them sat down near Erin. One of them sat near her arms, while the other sat toward her feet.

The scarred man began to gently stroke Erin’s exposed chest; his soft touch made Erin let out a low moan.

The sound of her moaning further fueled their passion, and the man sitting at her feet began to place his hands on Erin’s upper thigh, his hands slowly crawling inward. Finding something touching her gently, Erin moaned softly again and turned to her side, bringing her body into a lying position.

Both of their eyes immediately lit up, as Erin’s position made it even easier for them to touch her. The man was about to insert his finger, crawling inside Erin’s undergarments, but his hand stopped due to a loud noise from outside pounding on the door.

“Open the door!” Dick’s voice shouted.

“Ah, damn it!” the two men cursed.

They exchanged glances and lazily rose from their spots. “Why did he have to come at the wrong time?” But, as per their plan, they did not open the door and just waited there.

Seeing no response from inside, Kitty’s thoughts grew wilder. She was worried about Erin’s condition inside; she began to cry anxiously and shout. “Miss Erin! Miss, wake up!”

Beside her, Dick continued to act, pretending to struggle as he tried to kick the door down. He needed to ensure he heard Erin’s voice from inside so he would know she was conscious and could see his actions as he came to “rescue” her.

“Miss, wake up! You’ll be fine! Mr. Derek will be here soon to save you!” Kitty shouted, startling Dick, who turned toward her in annoyance.

But Dick tried not to lose his role; he stayed on script and continued to try.

Meanwhile, inside, Erin heard the name Derek mentioned and responded. With her thin consciousness, she opened her eyes and was shocked by the sight of two strange men before her.

“Who are you?!” she screamed, pulling the blanket to cover herself.

Erin’s face was pale; she realized something had happened because the top of her dress had slipped down, exposing one of her nipples. She screamed, “You bastards! What did you do to me!” She realized they might not have gone that far, but she clearly knew they had done filthy things to her.

“Hey, calm down, beautiful.” They tried to approach her and caress her face.

But Erin brushed them off and slapped the scarred man’s face hard. “Get your filthy hands off me.”

Receiving insults and a slap from Erin provoked the man’s anger, and he retaliated by punching Erin’s face repeatedly, much harder than what Erin had done to him. With just one swing of his hand, Erin’s body was thrown backward.

She ended up in a lying position again. No longer caring about the rules of Dick’s plan, the man began to pin her to the bed. “Let me teach you a lesson.”

Erin struggled from his grip; she was truly terrified. “Let me go, let me out. I want to see my husband. Derek… Derek! Derek, please save me!” She raved uncontrollably under the man’s restraint.

The man’s slap caused the corner of Erin’s lip to split and bleed, yet the man felt no pity; he kept

pressing her down and tried to force himself on Erin.

“Mr. Dick, hurry and do something, Miss Erin is in danger. She’s screaming inside.” Kitty urged Dick in a panic.

However, Dick—who thought this was part of his plan—still didn't feel it was the time to enter. He nodded at Kitty, but he didn't fully exert his strength to break down the door.

Inside, Erin felt increasingly threatened, so she spat in the man’s face to stop him.

What Erin did successfully make the man stop, but not to let her go; rather, it was to teach her a much harsher lesson.

“Ungrateful woman.” He squeezed Erin’s chin tightly, while his other hand swung into the air.

At that exact moment, the sound of a powerful kick was heard from outside. Derek quickly approached, caught the man’s hand, and crushed it.

“Argh!” the man screamed loudly.

Erin, with her swollen face and disheveled appearance, looked at Derek—who was still wearing hospital clothes—and then the woman’s tears broke. “Derek…” she called his name weakly.