Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhiâaiâs innocence and helplessness had ignited the desire of the man approaching her. Standing before her, he could not resist reaching out and touching her exposed shoulder.
As if she felt something filthy, she dodged reflexively and screamed uncontrollably, âDonât touch me!â
Her voice had been extremely loud, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her fear, making her words seem weak. âIâm so scared,â said one of the men pretending to be terrified. They all broke out in laughter.
After they quieted down, the man again tried to touch her shoulder.
When she dodged again, he used both of his arms to stop her from getting away. Her soft, smooth skin made him smile, and he commented lewdly, âDonât touch you? Not only will I touch you, after the photos, weâre going to scr*w you...â
He pushed Qin Zhiâai flat onto the sofa and pressed down onto her body.
Under his weight, even with all her effort, she couldnât manage to budge an inch.
âGet the hell over yourself. Letâs get the photos first,â the camera man said impatiently when noticing the man just pressing down on Qin Zhiâai. âTilt her face toward the camera and reveal half of her breast. Kiss her neck, but donât show your own face.â
The camera man continued to direct, and the man obeyed; he pressed down on Qin Zhiâai, forcefully turned her face toward the camera, and plastered his lips against the nape of her neck. Her heart began pounding in terror, and her body shook uncontrollably.
I canât allow these men to take these photos of me, and I certainly canât let them touch me!
The more thoughts that raced through her mind, the more she wanted to fight, but she was completely unable to move.
The snapping of the camera was horrifying to her. She pleaded, âPlease donât take photos! Let me go! Please donât take these photos...â
The men were oblivious to her pleas and continued shooting their scenes while the man remained pressed down on her.
âRemove your clothes now. That will make this next set of photos even better...â
âShow off one of her delicious thighs...â
âWrap her legs around your waist...â
âKiss her ears and grope her breasts...â
The camera clicked and flashed for what seemed like an eternity. Desperation engulfed Qin Zhiâai. Her clear, beautiful eyes had become hollow with a glaze covering them.
I am so humiliated. I donât want to live anymore... I donât want to live anymore... I donât want to live anymore...
These words echoed in her ears over and over.
âThis isnât working. I can see her face but not her body. Flip her over. Make her part her legs and elbows, directly facing the camera...â
As these words floated into Qin Zhiâaiâs ears, her eyes shot back to life. She opened her mouth to bite into her own tongue.