As I came out of the bathroom, he grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth, and dragged me into a dark alley behind the bar.
The bar owner had installed cameras around the area, worried about incidents on his property.
Lucas pulled me into a shadowy corner. His right hand roamed over my body as he tore at my top.
“Sweetie, you gouged out my eye and sent me to prison. By rights, I should hate you. But every time I see you, my heart melts.
I could never bring myself to hurt you. But look at you – a nice girl like you should know better. It’s bad enough you’re out taking photos at night, but now you’re drinking in sleazy bars too!
How should I punish you, hmm?”
I pointed at the security camera nearby, my voice shaking: “There are cameras. What you’re doing is illegal!”
Lucas licked his cracked lips. “Good. Let everyone see how you moan beneath me! Even if I get caught, so what? I’ll be a free man again in a few years. I don’t mind chasing you for the rest of my life!”
Disgusting creep.
I had been prepared to take him down with me if necessary. But now I changed my mind.
I clutched at my torn shirt, pretending to struggle and escape.
Lucas easily dragged me back, ready to assault me.
I screamed for help. He covered my mouth with duct tape, leering at my tear–filled eyes.
“From today on, you’re my woman!”
As he leaned in, I pulled out the knife from my bag.
I had sharpened the tip countless times. It was razor sharp – more than enough to pierce his heart in one thrust.
Killing intent surged through me as I raised the blade.
Lucas’s eyes widened in disbelief as I plunged the knife into his heart.
I couldn’t stab again or it wouldn’t count as self–defense.
I screamed and cried, shaking with fear.
The bar owner discovered the situation and draped a jacket over my shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I have security footage. This was clearly self–defense. You won’t be charged.”
Lucas was dead.
I testified in court as the victim.
It turned out he had a wife back in his hometown.
Lucas’s wife was too ashamed to pursue the matter.
But Lucas’s elderly mother slapped her daughter–in–law across the face.
“You ungrateful hussy! That was your husband! If this woman hadn’t seduced my son, he never would have done something like this! You’re no better than her. Get out! We don’t want a daughter–in–law like you in our family!”
The young woman didn’t fight back. She simply turned and left.
Lucar’s mother wailed that i should pay with my life. She claimed I had deliberately lured her son to the alley to entrap him.
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Like mother, like son. They both tried to smear my name in the exact same way.
But I was the victim. And considering Lucas had used violence against me long ago, it was ruled self–defense.
I was found not guilty and released.
The threat Lucas posed to me was finally eliminated for good.
8
I told the police about Michael leaking my whereabouts. The investigation revealed he was actually the user “WildHeart” from before.
When his wife and daughter found out about his online comments, they left him. His company fired him too. At nearly 60, he ended up all alone.
I ran into Michael on the street. He looked like he was in his 70s. I asked him why he hated me so much.
“What do you mean, why? I was just helping a guy pursue a girl. What’s wrong with that? If anything, it’s the fault of girls like you who love to lead men on. If you hadn’t seduced him, how could he have gotten so obsessed with you? In the end, you just didn’t like him because he was poor. You were just playing with him for fun, but he truly fell for you. I hate fickle women like you the most!”
It was the first time I’d so clearly felt the solidarity between men.
He could make criminal behavior sound so pure and innocent.
He even managed to swap the roles of perpetrator and victim.
! spat in his face, then “accidentally” let his landlord know about his past actions.
When the landlord heard about it, he tried to raise Michael’s rent. Michael refused, so he and all his belongings got tossed out on the street.
Later, I started an online account encouraging girls to exercise, learn martial arts, and build strength. Because only our enemies want us to stay weak and fragile.
I hope one day, when women face threats, they’ll have the power and ability to fight back,
