Chapter 9
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Before he even finished speaking, he came up to me clumsily and reached out to slap my butt. The tingling feeling made me shrink back.
He laughed even more joyfully.
The smell of his sweat tormented me, along with an indescribable sense of shame and debasement.
I didn't know why, but I was actually responding slightly to the monster standing in front of me.
Then, he tore off my trench coat, leaving me in nothing but my bikini.
Was I going to be violated by that monster? I might as well die!
At the most crucial moment, Stan suddenly popped out from among the bushes. When the old man saw Stan and how strong he was, he fled at once. He seemed very familiar with the surroundings, and he disappeared into the night very quickly.
I finally felt reassured.
"Stan, what are you doing here?" I asked.
I stared at him in a daze. He was my hero.
Stan didn't say anything. He was just staring at me, and a red liquid seemed to be trickling out of his nostrils.
He bent over, looking as if he was being tortured immensely. I was terrified. Had I gotten out of the frying pan and into the fire?
Luckily, Stan could control his own desire. He went around behind me to undo the ropes around me. "It's safe now. After I finished making all my deliveries today, I saw you head furtively for Eastburg, so I followed you."
He handed me his phone. He had taken several photos where the old man's face was clearly visible.
"That old geezer almost made me take the fall for him. Since there are photos, let's go and ask the security guards in your building. I refuse to believe that we won't be able to find him. We have to teach him a lesson!"
Stan looked very righteous as he stood there, grumbling about the old man.
It sounded like a good idea. Even if we couldn't call the police, we could ask the security guards. If we could find the old man, we could find a way to deal with him.
