Chapter 5 - The Stripper Thief
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He’s the one trespassing in the house, so he should be the one going to jail, not her. For all she knew, he’d even planned to rob the place after… after r****g her! The thought made Alondra’s stomach twist violently.
Why in the world did this have to happen to me? Why am I even here at the same time this lunatic decided to rob it? she thought, her pulse pounding in her ears. I’m so unlucky!
“I know what I’m doing, and I know that you are one scheming...”
Before he could finish, she acted. With a burst of adrenaline, Alondra banged her forehead into his with a sickening thunk, making him grunt in surprise. She didn’t hesitate. Her knee shot up with precision, slamming into the vulnerable spot between his legs.
“Ughh! Dammit!” he cried out, doubling over as his hands instinctively cupped his wounded pride.
She didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. Good! He deserved it. Even if his genes were top-tier, she didn’t care if they went extinct. Gorgeous or not, he was still a r****t in her eyes.
Taking advantage of his stunned state, Alondra pushed him away with all the strength her small frame could muster. He stumbled back with a hiss of pain.
She didn’t wait for him to recover. Barefoot and fueled by pure terror, she bolted out of the room, the cool tiles biting at her feet. She didn’t even pause to grab her phone from the nightstand.
Call security? No time! He’d be right on her heels any second. She could practically feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. She refused to let him catch her—not even a gorgeous hunk like him was worth that risk.
Her lungs burned as she sprinted down the hallway, her heart thundering like a drumline. By the time she reached the elevator, her breath was coming in ragged gasps. She slammed the down button repeatedly with trembling fingers.
“Come on… come on… hurry!” she whispered under her breath, glancing back down the hall every other second.
When the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she nearly cried with relief. Alondra threw herself inside and smacked the button for the lobby. As the glass doors closed, she leaned heavily against the cool mirrored wall, her chest heaving.
I’ll ask the lobby security for help. They’ll catch that stripper-thief-s***h-r****t before he hurts anyone else. I swear I’ll make sure he goes to jail.
But before she could even take a full breath, a hand shot between the closing doors.
“No… no no no!” she gasped, her body freezing in horror.
The doors obediently reopened with a soft chime, and he stepped in—this time wearing a bathrobe tied loosely around his hips.
But he didn’t look any less dangerous. In fact, the sharp angles of his face, still damp hair clinging to his forehead, and that infuriating calm in his eyes made him even more terrifying than before.
She screamed—once, twice, three times—high-pitched and panicked.
“Don’t come near me! Don’t you dare come near me!” she growled, shoving herself against the elevator wall as far away from him as possible. Her eyes darted around frantically, looking for anything she could use as a weapon.
She started kicking her bare feet toward him wildly. “I swear, I’ll crush your ‘jewel’ this time! I’m a black belter in taekwondo, aikido, karate-do—and a champion in Pokémon Go!”
Pikachu would fry you alive if he were here! she added mentally.
But to her shock, he didn’t advance. He simply stood there, arms crossed over his chest, watching her tantrum with an infuriatingly calm expression.
With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the button for the lobby again.
“You think you can get away from me, don’t you? Well, you’re wrong. I’ll personally teach you a lesson. You can’t make a fool out of everybody. You can’t blind everyone with your beauty.” His voice was low, firm, and carried an undertone of something that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Between the two of us, who do you think will end up in jail? You r****t!” she fired back, her hands balled into fists as she pressed herself tighter to the wall.
The man’s brow arched as his mouth curled into a mocking smile. She noticed with irritation that he wore the condo’s bathrobe like it was his own. The audacity!
“r****t?” he repeated, then laughed—a deep, rich sound that reverberated in the confined space. “I don’t have to r**e an unwilling woman, Miss. And you aren’t my type. So, it’s better to say it’s between a p********e like you, who wanted to extort my money, or me—the victim.”
Her jaw dropped in outrage. “I’m not a p********e! Just you wait. You’ll see. I won’t let you get away with calling me that!”
When the elevator doors finally opened on the ground floor, she let out a choked sob of relief. Two uniformed security guards were waiting for them, their faces stern as they glanced between her and the man.
“Sir, please help me!” Alondra cried, stumbling forward with tears in her eyes. “That guy is a r****t! He wanted to do something bad to me. Please catch him!”
One of the guards gave her a wary look, then turned to the man in the bathrobe. “Sir, is this the p********e you phoned us about? The one who tried to extort you?”
“You’re right.” His voice was calm, confident, and infuriatingly smug. “She almost escaped and even tried to unman me.”
Alondra felt lightheaded, her knees weak beneath her. What is happening? Why were they listening to him like he was the victim?
“But sir…” she began, her voice trembling.
The security guards looked at her with suspicion, their gazes sharp and unyielding. “I’m sorry, Miss. We have to bring you to the precinct. You were wrong for what you did to the condo unit owner.”
Unit owner? Her mind reeled. He’s… the owner? Not a thief?
With shaking hands, she dialed Ma’am Tracy. Her voice broke as she whispered into the phone, “Ma’am Tracy… I’m really sorry, but I hope you can come here to help me. No one else can help me. Everything happened in your cousin’s condo unit. I… I’m really scared now.”
Her words trembled as much as her body. The humiliating stares from the guards made her want to vanish. She caught the sidelong glances from some police officers nearby, their expressions dripping with judgment. It was like the whole world had turned against her.
The man in the bathrobe. her so-called “customer”. stood tall, arms folded, watching her like a hawk.
He’s the real criminal here! she wanted to scream. Why won’t anyone believe me?
“Alright. I’m coming. Just stay calm. Everything will be okay,” Ma’am Tracy reassured her from the other end. Her voice was firm but laced with worry. “I’ll make sure that jerk who tried to r**e you will rot in prison. Those maniacs are everywhere. They'll never escape my wrath."
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