As I struggled against their grip, I couldn't help but think back to when Vincent had saved me from a similar situation a few months ago. He had been my hero, and I had been grateful beyond words. But this time, he was nowhere to be found, and I was on my own.
My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plan. Maybe if I could distract them, I could break free and run. But before I could even think of a plan, one of the men reached for my waist, and I could feel his rough hands on my body.
"No!" I screamed, struggling to free myself, but they only laughed cruelly.
And then, suddenly, I heard the sounds of footsteps. There I saw a man with a hood walking towards us.
"Help me, please!" I shouted with all my might, hoping that this stranger would save me.
But the men who wanted to harass me covered my mouth, muffling my cries for help. One of them walked towards the hooded man, flicking his wrist and producing a small knife, trying to intimidate the stranger.
"Get out of here if you don't want trouble " One of Jason's cohorts threatened, his knife pointed at the hooded man's neck.
"You should not pull out a knife if you're not ready to kill and die," the hooded man replied with a low voice, barely audible in the distance.
"What the fuck are you..."
-Swooosh
Then, suddenly, there was a thud.
I watched in horror as the man's head went flying in the air, his body falling to the ground with a sickening thump. It happened so fast that I could barely see what had happened.
"What the hell!" The sudden death of one of their own sent shockwaves through the group, causing everyone to erupt into panic. The way he died was something beyond their comprehension, leaving them feeling helpless and more afraid than ever before.
Jason was the first one to react as his hand darted to his waistband, and he whipped out a sleek, black pistol. My heart raced as I stared at the deadly weapon, wondering what kind of life he was leading that he needed to carry a gun around with him. Fear coursed through my veins as I realized that the situation was even more dangerous than I had thought.
Jason's face contorted with rage as he raised his gun and pointed it at the hooded man.
"Fuck you!" he screamed, his finger pulling the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang ! Bang ! Bang ! Bang!
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the underpass, reverberating off the walls and ringing in my ears. The sudden explosion of noise disoriented me, so I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out the deafening sound.
"I'm done for " I muttered to myself. I was sure that the hooded man was dead, no human can live after being shot that many times.
But the moment I stabilized my emotions, he was already in front of me. In his hands, he held Jason's decapitated head, gripping it by the hair with an unyielding force that sent shivers down my spine. The other men who had ambushed me had also been beheaded. A chill ran down my spine as I witnessed this kind of brutality. The way he had taken down those evil men so easily and without hesitation was both terrifying and impressive.
The metallic stench of blood was overpowering, and I struggled to keep my composure. My stomach churned, and I felt like I was about to vomit. The fear that had taken hold of me now mixed with a sickening sense of dread. I had just witnessed a brutal and savage act of violence, and I didn't know what to make of it.
However, as I looked up and saw the hooded man's face, a feeling of relief washed over me. It was Vincent. My heart raced as I realized that he had come to my rescue once again. He was more handsome than I remembered, and taller too, but I knew without a doubt that he was the person I had fallen in love with.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't think straight. Vincent's hand gently brushed away the tears on my cheeks.
"Don't cry, Sophia. I'm here now." he said in a soothing voice.
"Vincent!" As I hugged him, tears streamed down my face, mixing with my sweat. It felt like all my emotions had been bottled up inside, and now they were bursting out of me like a flood. I buried my face in his chest, taking in his scent and the warmth of his embrace.
In that moment, I realized how much I had missed him and how much I needed him. He was not just my lover but a protector, a person who would always be there for me, even in the darkest of times. The love I felt for him was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but cry harder.
"I missed you so much, Vincent," I whispered between sobs.
I held onto him tighter, never wanting to let go, and for the first time since the attack, I felt a sense of peace.
But then, as the adrenaline began to subside, the reality of what just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I unconsciously pulled away from him, my stomach churning with the memory of the gruesome scene before me.
"I...I think I'm going to be sick," I managed to stammer out.
He quickly guided me to a nearby wall and gently helped me sit down. He rubbed my back in a soothing motion as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. The images of the beheaded men kept flashing through my mind, and I felt like I was going to vomit.
"It's okay, Sophia," Vincent whispered, his voice soft and calming. "Just breathe. Everything's going to be okay now."
I nodded weakly, still struggling to control my emotions. He stayed by my side, his presence providing a sense of comfort and safety. After what seemed like an eternity, my nausea finally subsided, and I was able to stand up with his help.
"What are you?" I said, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.
" I'm someone who will always protect you " He looked at me with a mysterious smile on his face, and I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by his cryptic response. But in that moment, as he patted my head, I felt a sense of elation wash over me. Seeing his face again made me realize just how much I was in love with him.
But at the same time, his presence made me feel like all of my logic and reasoning had gone out the window. Why did I feel like I didn't need to question him? Why did I feel like I could trust him without any doubts? It was as if he had some kind of hold over me that I couldn't resist.
I tried to shake off the feeling of being so vulnerable and just enjoy the moment with him. After all, he was back and that was all that mattered to me at the moment.
"Let's get out of here. I'll take you somewhere safe," he said, his voice firm and reassuring.
Vincent's words cut through my daze, pulling me back to the present. I looked up at him, his eyes steady and focused. His hand was outstretched, waiting for me to take it.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"To a safe place," he replied, his tone steady and unwavering.
I nodded, trusting him completely. I knew that wherever he was taking me, it would be better than staying in this dark underpass.
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