One Night Only

Lillie

I start throwing punches and kicks. He takes my wrists and squeezes them hard, hurting me. At the same time, it sticks to my body to prevent my tantrums. His smell of liquor reaches my nostrils. My stomach turns from the disgust he gives me. He brings his face closer to mine. I spit in his face and turn my face so that he doesn’t get to fulfill what he wanted. He curses.

“I found myself a beast.” Grit your teeth.

“Let go of me! Help! Someone help me!” I scream in despair, as loud as I can.

Before I can scream again, with one of his hands he covers my mouth and shuts me up. Meanwhile, he whispers obscene things in my ear. I worry even more. I don’t know how to get rid of this guy. He can rape me, he just told me. I’m still fighting as best I can. I won’t let her get to do to me what she wants.

When he is about to bring his face to my neck, I guess to kiss him, in a matter of seconds someone takes the wretch away from me, who had me pinned against the wall. He throws it furiously to the ground. I find myself in shock, cornered on the wall, but I manage to react when I see the man’s face. I realize it’s him, the Devil. He’s on top of the guy; he punches him in the face insistently. The bastard is bleeding non-stop.

Oh, by God, he’s going to kill him!

“Stop it, Devil! You’re gonna kill him!” i scream terrified to see the man in a very bad condition.

He completely ignores me.

I try to get closer to take his arm and push him away, but he does nothing but keep hitting him.

That’s when the other guy who was accompanying the pervert a moment ago arrives, and he’s not coming alone, he’s bringing three other guys. They pull out their guns and aim at the Devil and me.

Oh, no, they’ll kill us now.

The devil keeps hitting him.

My eyes only travel quickly from the armed guys to him.

“Let him go if you don’t want him to kill your whore!” the armed guy bellows, who keeps pointing at me.

The Devil stops torturing the pervert, puts his gaze on the others, stands up and covers me with his body. He cocks his head towards me and looks at me out of the corner of his eye. His eyes are shining with anger and his gesture shows anguish.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks me in a low voice, while still keeping an eye on the guys.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

They approach the other, who is on the ground beaten, and help him to react. He looks dead.

“E-I’m fine.

He nods and turns his head to set his sights on the armed thugs. They keep pointing their guns at us. I’m shaking like a jelly.

At that moment, I feel how a hand squeezes mine. I look at her. Then I look up to see the Devil’s profile; he has linked our hands to reassure me.

“When I tell you now, you get on the ground, and when I tell you run, you do it. Understood?” speak in a low voice so that we are not heard by the men who are in front of us a few meters away.

“Understood”. I whisper.

His back is pressed to my chest, so we can listen very well to what we say to each other. He starts backing up with me behind.

When the guys notice, they put all their attention on us without stopping pointing at us. The Devil stops and quietly says “Now”. I hear it clearly. I quickly throw myself to the ground with my head under my arms. In just a few seconds the shots begin to be heard. I’m still behind him. It is covered with a column that is next to the wall.

The doors are opening.

I don’t know if it’s all of them or just some. I don’t want to lift my head to check.

“Devil!” someone shouts his nickname. It’s a male voice.

I feel another stranger taking my arm to get me up. I have my eyes tightly closed, but I open them when he speaks.

“I told you to run!” Raise your voice so I can hear him.

The gunshots didn’t let me hear well.

I open my eyes and see that he is watching me. He’s furious. The concern is also reflected in them. The shots continue.

“And what will you do?” I question you worriedly.

Despite everything, I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, and least of all because of me.

He shakes his head.

“That shouldn’t matter to you.” Instead of being upset, he looks dejected”. When I tell you to run again, you do it. Get in that room” He points to a spot behind us, but I still don’t turn around. That’s where my friend is. You’ll be fine there until all this happens.

I nod my head and turn to see the point made; there stands a blond man. The door is half open and the guy is with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his torso. I pay no more attention to him and return my gaze to the broad and stocky back of the Devil, who is still glued to me.

That’s what I see when he comes out from where he was covering himself and right and left, with his two guns, one in each hand, he takes aim and shoots the wretches. He’s using himself as a shield.

“Run!” he’s screaming.

I don’t respond quickly. My eyes almost pop out of how shocked and worried I am by what I see.

They’re going to kill him, my head repeats several times.

“Run!

I shake my head and react. I run non-stop, but I turn to see him. He is still standing in the middle, covering with his body any bullet that they come to throw.

I get to where the blond guy is. He pulls my arm, as I stood petrified in the hallway. My feet stopped when I saw how he was shot twice in the chest. It felt like the pressure dropped off and my rapid breathing suddenly stopped.

The boy takes me into the room and closes the door behind him. I imagine it will help your friend. I’m shaking. I’m staying planted where he left me. I can’t answer anything, I’m in shock again. I just feel how someone grabs my shoulders and speaks to me by name. I don’t know who he is. It’s a female voice. I seem to know her, but I can’t react.

It can’t be, he’s been killed, and all because of me.