On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 19

He pushed her down among the bushes and fumbled with his own clothes, stripping until he was naked. He reached for her sweater. She tried to fight him off, but the drug had left her weak and powerless.

Tears of despair streamed down her face. Was she really going to be raped by these two monsters? She would rather die.

She bit down hard on her tongue.

Just then, she heard a dull thud from the path behind them.

“If you can’t wait, you can go take care of yourself,” the tall guard joked to his friend. “I, on the other hand, can go for at least ten minutes.”

As the words left his mouth, a hand, cold as the grave, clamped down on his shoulder. He spun around, but before he could even see the man’s face, he was lifted off the ground and thrown onto the stone-paved road. The impact jarred every bone in his body, and he lay there, unable to move.

The man knelt and pulled Jessica’s sweater back down over her shoulders. He sighed at the sight of her disheveled state. He gathered her into his arms, feeling the violent tremors racking her body.

As he carried her out of the bushes, the two guards, still groaning on the ground, shouted, “Who are you? Do you know who that is? Put her down, or we’ll call the cops and tell them you’re raping Mrs. Smith!”

The man gave a subtle nod. Before the guards could react, they were surrounded by dark figures who seemed to materialize out of the shadows.

“Please,” she begged, her grip tightening.

A black Rolls-Royce Cullinan was parked by the road, almost invisible in the darkness. He opened the back door with one hand and placed her inside. As he leaned in, she threw her arms around his neck, the drug reaching its peak.

“Please,” she whimpered, “take me to a club.” Her nose and the corners of her eyes were tinged with red, her voice like the mewling of a kitten. The sweater slipped off one shoulder, revealing smooth, white skin.

The man’s own eyes darkened. “Let go.”