Chapter 2
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All night, tormented by the contents of those texts, I was unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed.
The next day at school, I was a wreck, exhausted and anxious.
As soon as classes ended, I checked my phone, but there were no new messages.
For a moment, I felt some relief, convincing myself that maybe he was just trying to scare me. After all, sharing someone's private photos is illegal. He wouldn't want to end up in jail, right?
But then, that night, he messaged again.
He didn't waste time with pleasantries. [Luna, put on that yellow skirt, no underwear. Come downstairs right now.]
A surge of anger flooded my chest. That skirt barely covered my hips, and without underwear, I'd definitely be exposed. And with so many people outside right now...
I couldn't understand, shivering and in disbelief. Who was this person? How could he know even my most private clothing so well?
Though I was furious, with my leverage in his hands, I had no choice but to comply.
I could only bargain with him, [Just this once. After that, you need to delete those files immediately.]
He replied coolly, [It depends on my mood.]
I was even more frustrated. What did he mean? Whether he deleted them or not was still up to him!
Fuming, I texted back, [You'd better keep your word.]
Under his persistent demands, I put on the extremely revealing dress and showcased my figure in full view.
Though it was forced, inexplicably, I felt a twinge of excitement and anticipation. Looking at the beauty in the mirror, I felt quite proud of myself.
Holding up the hem of the dress, I stepped out of the house with difficulty.
Downstairs, a group of drunken men were boasting loudly. As I passed by, their lecherous gazes latched onto me, whistling and making lewd comments.
"Lift up your skirt," the message came again.
I stared at my phone, cursing that man silently for his ill intentions. 'Doesn't he fear that I might get targeted?'
Yet my hands moved obediently, pretending to casually lift the skirt hem.
As I walked, the view from beneath became exposed, and the drunken men stared with wide eyes. They grew excited, critiquing me and throwing filthy comments my way.
My face flushed red, a mix of shame and an odd thrill. Their intense, heated gazes excited me.
Following the mysterious man's instructions, I intended to circle the neighborhood.
But he made an even more outrageous demand, "Luna, put your hands down."
"Don't push it!" I protested.
He didn't respond but sent several private photos I hadn't seen before, pressuring me silently.
I was completely defeated, reluctantly letting my hands fall.
Despite this, I still had some dignity. I began to walk toward a secluded path.
Unexpectedly, the path grew darker, and soon, footsteps echoed behind me.
The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer.
Fear gripped me, and in my panic, I unconsciously quickened my pace.
But as I tried to escape, someone dashed forward and grabbed me tightly.
I couldn't breathe, struggling and hitting him, screaming for help. But the size difference made my efforts futile.
He clamped his hand over my mouth.
The drunken man's foul, overpowering stench made me nauseous.
He threatened harshly, "Don't you dare scream. Or I'll kill you."
I saw the malicious glint in his eyes and had no doubt he meant it. I couldn't resist anymore, terrified that a single wrong move might cost me my life.
Swaying drunkenly, he continued to humiliate me, "You little w***e, out at night dressed like that? You're just here to attract men. Who are you trying to fool?"
I felt something hard and hot pressing between my legs, growing bigger by the second.
Tears of fear and regret streamed down my face.
I admitted to my own perversions, but I never wanted to be forced by a filthy stranger like him. I realized my mistake; I shouldn't have sought such thrills. I prayed for someone to come and save me.
He flipped me over, pressing my head firmly against the wall. His hands tightened around my waist, lifting me up with one motion and raising my hips high.
I was bent over the wall, my body arranged in a particularly humiliating position. His enthusiastic touches against my back caused waves of tingling sensations, making me shiver.
I found myself responding to him.
Seeing this, he grew more excited, quickly stripping off his pants and preparing to tear apart my obstructive dress.
At that moment, I shut my eyes, overwhelmed with despair.
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