Chapter 550: The Girl Who Taught Me to Love Was Gone (20)

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After the orders were given, yet a fourth man bent over, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her along the cement floor to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

Qin Zhi’ai had no idea why anyone would want to treat her like this, but she did know what they were intending to do.

Taking off my clothes! A camera! They think they’re going to shoot a video?

Qin Zhi’ai instinctively began to resist, trying desperately to struggle out of his grip. She fought extraordinarily hard against the man dragging her, gathering strength that one only musters when in grave danger. The man did not expect her fight to be so fierce, and she managed to escape him.

She turned around to run toward the door. Without shoes, the crumbling floor hurt her feet, but gritting her teeth she sprinted.

Just as she was about to push it open, one of the men intercepted her and secured the door before she could get out.

The man grabbed her arm again, but this time he didn’t underestimate her strength. Although she struggled as hard as before, he slowly, step by step, dragged her back to the sofa.

The upholstery was ratty and filthy, with cigarette b.u.t.ts and seed sh.e.l.ls scattered all over it. The man pushed her forward forcefully, and she crashed into the sofa.

Another man standing next to the sofa bent over and reached his hands out toward her collar.

Knowing he was starting to take off her clothes, Qin Zhi’ai raised her hand to block him from touching her, taking him by surprise. She managed to stand up and rush toward the door again.

Within two steps, she was grabbed by the man who had dragged her back from the door the first time, and he fiercely flung her down on the sofa.

Before she could struggle to sit up, the man who had reached for her collar walked around the sofa, stood in front of her, and grabbed the top of her evening gown.

Hearing her gown begin to rip, Qin Zhi’ai immediately felt her collar loosen. Suddenly, she raised her hand and scratched the man across his face, managing to break skin on the left side of his face.

The man gasped in pain, stood up, and touched his face. Seeing blood on his fingertips, he cursed with rage.

The cameraman urged the men to hurry up. When he spoke, Qin Zhi’ai recognized him as the man who had barked out the orders when they’d arrived.

One of the men added, “Come on! You cowards can’t even handle a girl?”

The taunt humiliated the man whose face was bleeding, and this time when he reached out and grabbed Qin Zhi’ai he doubled his strength.

Qin Zhi’ai was fl.u.s.tered and frightened, but regardless of any consequences she punched and kicked him viciously. He was unable to control her for some time.