I am not filthy
Dora felt her entire world shatter as she took in the sight before her. She had tried to be strong. She had promised herself she would not believe his lies again. But this was worse than anything she had imagined. It was not just betrayal, it was the cruel realization that even her own instincts had failed her. She had not seen it coming.
A wave of nausea hit her, and before she could process another word from Austin, her body took control. She turned and bolted.
The ground beneath her felt unsteady as she ran, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her mind refusing to slow down. It felt as if something dark and monstrous was right behind her, reaching out to drag her back.
"Do not touch me," she gasped, barely able to force the words past her dry throat.
Douglas moved swiftly, his longer strides easily closing the gap between them. Sienna followed, her heart hammering as she watched Dora flee. But it was not just the running that unsettled her, it was the silence. She had expected Dora to scream, to cry out in anguish. But instead, she ran without a word, and that quietness held a terrifying weight.
"Do not ruin me," Dora whispered as she stumbled forward, her legs weak but still refusing to stop.
Douglas reached out, grabbing her arm, and pulled her into his embrace. She fought back immediately, her body thrashing against his hold. Her fists pounded against his chest, her nails dug into his skin, but he did not let go. He could feel the agony in her trembling frame. She wanted to cry, to shout, but her voice had been stolen by the pain crushing her chest. Only broken sobs and strangled breaths escaped as she shivered against him.
By the time Sienna reached them, a tear had already slipped down her cheek. She had never trusted Austin, but nothing had prepared her for the way he had spoken about Dora. The cruelty of it was unbearable. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Dora, holding her as tightly as she could.
Dora was caught between them, her body trembling, until finally, a broken whisper left her lips.
"I am not filthy."
She repeated it again. Then again. The words were not for them, they were for herself, as if saying them enough times would erase the shame weighing her down.
Douglas exchanged a glance with Sienna and gave her a small nod. Understanding, Sienna slowly loosened her grip.
“We know you are not,” Douglas said. Then, without another word, he lifted Dora into his arms and carried her toward the car.
"You work for money. I will pay you twice what my mother did for your answer," Austin said calmly. "Besides, I came here alone. Even if you tell me the truth, no one will believe me without proof. But if you answer my questions, I will leave you alone. I will also drop the charges against you. You will be free to go."
He leaned forward, resting his clasped hands on the desk, watching George carefully.
"Why does it matter to you now?" George asked, his gaze sharp. "And why should I trust that after I tell you everything, you will really drop the charges?"
Austin pulled out a document from behind him and tossed it across the desk.
"This paper confirms I am withdrawing the forgery charges against you. That means you will walk free tomorrow. I already signed it. All I need in return are answers," Austin explained.
George glanced at the document but did not pick it up. "Why do you want answers?"
"I will tell you once you explain the kidnapping," Austin said, his voice steady.
George leaned back and smirked before answering. "We only meant to scare her, but things got out of hand. Her body was too tempting. You understand, right?"
Austin’s expression did not change, but his jaw tightened slightly. "Was it just you, or were others involved?"
George let out a short laugh. "I was the first one after calling you. She kept screaming your name. After that, I do not know how many others had their turn." His tone was shameless.
Austin clenched his fists. "Where did it happen?"
"Right here. This warehouse," George answered, still unfazed.
A faint ticking sound came from Austin's watch. George glanced at it, then at Austin, smirking. Before he could react, Austin shot up from his seat and lunged at him. His hands closed around George’s throat, and his fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch.
George’s men reached for their guns, ready to fire, but Austin moved fast, using George as a shield.
Realizing Austin’s strategy, George struggled, trying to break free or switch positions. Before he could, a loud voice boomed through the warehouse speakers.
"You are surrounded by the police. Drop your weapons and raise your hands!"
George’s face twisted with rage. Knowing his cover was blown, he threw a hard punch at Austin’s jaw, making him stumble. He followed with a kick to Austin’s stomach.
But before he could strike again, Austin caught his leg and spun, knocking George off his feet.
Outside, the police received no response and stormed in. Gunfire erupted as George’s men took cover behind containers and fired back.
Austin’s gaze locked onto George like a predator eyeing its prey.
"You dared touch my wife?" A brutal kick slammed into George’s abdomen, sending him gasping to the floor.
"You dared lay your filthy hands on her?" Another kick struck his back, making him curl up in pain.
Austin grabbed him by the throat, his grip tightening with every word. "To drag a rat like you out of hiding, I had to disgrace my wife. Call her names she never deserved." His jaw clenched. Fury burned in his veins. He yanked George’s face into the rough brick wall, dragging it mercilessly across the surface, skin scraping, blood smearing.
"You wanted to satisfy your sick urges?" Austin’s voice was eerily calm. He seized George’s crotch in a crushing grip.
George’s screams pierced the air, but they were drowned by the chaos of gunfire outside.
Austin leaned in, twisting his hand cruelly. "Satisfied now? Or do you want more?"
"Austin, stop!" Ronan’s voice cut through the haze of rage, his hands gripping Austin’s shoulders. "We need him alive!"
But Austin didn’t let go. His nostrils flared, eyes blazing with fury.
Ronan tried again, desperation in his voice. "Think about Dora! If he dies, you’ll go down for murder!"
At the mention of Dora, Austin’s grip faltered. His hands trembled. Then he released George, who crumpled to the ground, barely conscious.
"Did you get his confession?" Ronan asked, still catching his breath.
"Yeah. The watch recorded everything," Austin muttered, his voice devoid of emotion.
George had no clue, every sick word he’d spoken had been trapped in that tiny device. They had him.
The police stormed in, dragging George toward the exit. He thrashed, yelling, "I didn’t do anything! I didn’t rape her!"
Austin’s jaw clenched. His glare burned holes through George.
Then…bang.
A single gunshot.
George’s body stiffened. Blood trickled down his forehead.
"No!" Austin and Ronan roared at once as George collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.
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