Chapter 167 Despair
Susan was stunned for a moment, then quickly denied it. "She's lying! She's the home-wrecking mistress!"
Susan knew if the security guard believed Sophia, he might not step in, and she'd be outnumbered. Mistresses were really looked down upon, and fighting two against one wasn't in her favor.
Sophia tried to argue, but the guard cut her off. "I don't care who's the mistress. This is a hotel, not a fight club. If you want to brawl, do it outside. No one will care if you get hurt out there!"
Sophia and Amelia shot Susan a dirty look and hobbled away, supporting each other.
Susan watched them leave, chin up, thinking, 'Even with two against one, I didn't really lose.'
The guard cursed and walked off as the fight dispersed.
Only then did Susan feel the pain in her face and mouth, even her scalp hurt. Remembering how Sophia hit her with a slipper, she regretted not kicking her one more time.
She looked at her hand and saw she was clutching a big lock of curly hair, like dog fur.
Seeing the hair, Susan laughed. She hadn't realized she was that strong, yanking out a chunk of Amelia's hair. Amelia must be in a lot of pain, right?
Remembering Amelia's wailing, Susan felt a wave of satisfaction.
She tossed the hair away, clapped her hands, and hobbled down the stairs.
She was sore all over. Her arms were bruised, and though she couldn't see her legs because it was winter, they probably were too.
Touching the corner of her mouth, she found blood. No wonder it felt like her mouth was splitting open.
She struggled to the front desk, using her long hair to hide her swollen face.
"Excuse me, is there a pharmacy nearby that's still open?" she asked, needing antiseptic or an ice pack to reduce the swelling.
The receptionist was stunned for a moment, recognizing Susan as a tour guide staying at the hotel.
Quickly recovering, the receptionist pointed out, "Go straight for about three hundred feet and turn left. There's a 24-hour pharmacy there."
"Thanks," Susan said and walked out.
The road was eerily quiet near midnight, with only one side of the streetlights on. This small town was only busy during holidays because of its tourist spot. Normally, it was pretty empty.
Susan wrapped her coat tighter against the cold night wind and walked quickly.
After about three hundred feet, she turned left as the receptionist had said.
Suddenly, two dark figures jumped out from a corner!
Susan's legs went weak with fear. Seeing they were two drunk men, she tried to run.
But they quickly blocked her, one in front and one behind.
"Why the rush?" the fat man, Patrick Parker, leered at her.
Susan was terrified. She rarely went out this late and had never faced such a situation. She panicked.
The thin man, Christopher Clarke, smirked. "Out so late, you must be lonely. Is your man not satisfying you? We can help!"
Susan stepped back, shouting, "What do you want?"
She bumped into Patrick behind her. His hand brushed her coat, making her voice tremble. "Don't do anything stupid, or I'll call the cops!"
Patrick and Christopher exchanged a sneer. "At this hour, the cops are asleep. Come on, play with us. Behave, and we won't hurt you!"
They moved forward, one grabbing her waist and the other her legs, dragging her towards a dark alley.
"Help!" Susan struggled and screamed.
One of them stuffed a rag in her mouth, silencing her. She couldn't break free from their strong grip.
Despite her fear, Susan stayed calm. She had to escape. She couldn't bear such humiliation. She knew she couldn't live if they violated her.
She struggled with all her might, but it was useless. Christopher tore off her coat and started pulling at her sweater and pants.
Susan saw Patrick taking off his pants, spewing profanities.
Her scalp went numb. What should she do?
Her clothes were torn, but she kept resisting, though her strength was fading. She was almost exhausted.
Patrick pounced on her, kissing her face and neck. Susan felt nauseous. His hands groped her.
Christopher held her arms and continued pulling down her pants, groping her as well.
Tears streamed down Susan's face. She knew she couldn't escape. She was going to be raped by these disgusting men.
Tears flowed uncontrollably. How could she be so unlucky? Who had she offended? Why did fate always play such cruel tricks on her?
She had lost her job, her child, her love. She had started a new life in Lindell Harbor, but now faced even greater torment. Why was God so unfair to her?
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