He pulled her limp body and roughly got her into the chair, sitting upright. He smoothed her messy hair and even had the audacity to wipe the blood off the corner of her mouth before taking a step back and look at her.
Me: ARRRRRGHHHH!!!!!! OPEN UP!!!!!!
He turned and looked at me, slowly shaking his head and smiling. Once more, he pointed his middle finger at me before turning back to Sara.
By now, Sara had regained her senses. She tried to struggle but realized that her hands were tied. As she tried to stand up, the guy just pushed her back into the chair again.
He spoke something inaudible to her and she shook her head. She turned and looked at me with pleading eyes before a stream of tears came falling down the side of her face. I watched her mouth a word. “Go” and then another “Police” before she closed her eyes and turned away.
I never felt so useless in my life. Why did I not see this coming even I had my dream to pre-warn me?
Quickly, I dialed the button and gave a brief description to the police before looking back helplessly into the window.
The guy had tore Sara’s top, leaving her only in her white half cup bra. She was sobbing and her chest rose and fall with everyone of her breath. I watched as he went forward and unclasped her bra, exposing her perky breasts. She tried to look down to allow her long hair to cover her boobs.
But the guy would have none of it. He pulled her hair backwards, leaving her bosom unprotected before licking on her nipple. Expertly, he slowly twirl his tongue around the tiny raisin until it got fully erected. All this while, he looked at me.
I felt as if I was watching a live porn movie at this point in time and uncontrollably, i started to have an erection.
He stood up, still holding to her hair, he cupped her breast and played with the nipple with his fingers.
When he was satisfied, he pulled her up roughly to her feet. With her hair in his hands and he mouthed something to her, she did not put up too much of a resistance as he pulled down her skirt and GString. With Sara now totally naked, I could see her pubes were neatly trimmed. Just like in the dream.
He brushed his against her pubes, looked at me and laughed, before pushing her back into the chair.
next, he put a hand on her neck and mouthed something to her again. She obediently spread opened her legs for him. I could see that she was crying uncontrollably now as his hand went down between the V area her legs. her body responded as I assumed that his fingers found her spot as she shivered a little, different from the movement of her cries.
After a while, he removed his fingers and showed it to me. They were glistering with her juices. He laughed again.
Still holding to her hair, he pulled her up from the chair once more and push her to sit on the table. He spoke something to her and she lifted both legs onto the table and spread her legs facing me. Automatically, I looked at her love hole. It was pinkish but unmistakably, she was wet there. Her whole labia, her clit, her tunnel, even her thighs were wet with her juices.
Guiltily, i looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her cheek was very swollen from the impact of the slap. Her tears had smudged her mascara and only two black streams were flowing down her face.
I looked at the guy and he showed me 2 fingers, before slowly parting her outer lips and inserting both fingers into her tunnel. I watched Sara’s body tensed to the assault. But her bodily functions took over and she shivered again, causing both her boobs to jiggle in response to her motion.
this spurred me into action again. I looked around the office area. There was nothing I could attack the glass panel with. Taking an office chair and hitting it against the window would not bring it down.
My eyes stopped the exploration of the surroundings as I eyed a room. From where I was, it looked like a store room or a pantry. Reluctant to leave Sara, I pounded the window once more.
There was fear and distress in her eyes as she opened her eyes and looked at me. I could also see that she was fighting the pleasure her body was giving her from the incessant attack from the assailant’s fingers. I mouth a word “Wait”, before running towards my destination.
It was a pantry. I ransacked it quickly and fortunately, I found a crowbar under the sink. Even though a few seconds had passed, it felt an eternity. I ran back to the meeting room with my weapon in my hands.
I took a quick look into the meeting room. The guy had positioned Sara back into her original position, sprawled on the table. This time, she did not have any clothes to protect her modesty. Her eyes had a look of horror in them. His jeans was around his ankles and he had positioned his erected penis behind her. With one hand on her back, and the other grabbing his cock, he ready for entry.
I did not wait and swung the crowbar on the window. The sound reverberate the whole premise. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the window, shocked at the sound. When he realised what I was doing, his expressions changed from smugness earlier to panicking.
The first blow created a spider web crack on the glass, but it did not shatter. I swung a second blow and some of the glass splittered off.
He realised this and quickly moved forward to try to insert his penis into Sara. At this instance, when she saw the crack on the window, her fighting spirit came back. She wriggled off him and he missed his mark.
Guy: FUCK! BITCH!
I swung again with all the force I could muster. The window gave way and broke into smithereens. With the meeting room now accessible to me, I jumped into it, disregarding if I had cut myself. I went for the guy.
He was waiting for me but with his jeans still stuck around his ankles, he could not move away from his position. I leaped at him a rugby tackle into his midrift. He went down as my should came into impact with his stomach. Once he was on the ground, I got up faster and swung a blow at his temple. Although he tried to block, but my fist connected well. immediately he crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Once he was on the ground and motionless, I took off my shirt and went to Sara. I removed the ropes and covered her with my top. She hugged me tightly, crying her eyes out.
Sara: Thank you Sam! sob….sob…. thank you……
Me: you ok?
She nodded between her sobs.
Me: I need to tie him up before he wakes.
She nodded again. I turn him over and tie his hands behind his back and then sat on top of him. Sara had since wore her skirt and my top as her blouse was already ripped badly by this guy.
We heard some commotions and the police came. The guy was taken into custody and both Sara and myself was questioned by the police.
Sara was sent to the hospital for checks and i followed. After everything was completed, I send Sara home.
Vivian opened the door for us.
Vivian: Oh my god! what happened!
Me: it’s ok…. everything is ok…..
Sara: Thanks sam….. Vivian… I need some time alone….
With that, Sara went back into her room and Vivian at me with a questioning look on her face.
Me: Let her rest. She will talk to you tomorrow.
After that, I returned the taxi, in no mood to drive that day. I went home, thinking about the premonition that had forewarned me of this incident. Sometimes, somethings cannot be explained.
I received a text from Sara that night.
Sara msg: Thanks for everything Sam.
Me msg: no worries….
Sara msg: can you meet me tomorrow? I need to speak to you…..
Me msg: have a good rest first. Let’s speak tomorrow….
Sunday
I called the hirer to report sick that morning, telling him that I would not be taking the cab. Of course, I would still need to cover the rental for the day. I had tons of questions for Sara, but I did not asked her. I was sure that she would tell me when she was ready after the horrifying ordeal.
Last night, it was not unexpected, but Vivian called and questioned me about what had happened. All I could tell her is to wait for Sara to tell her on her own. I had to shut off my phone because she continued pestering me.
When I powered on my cell phone, there were over 40 messages from Vivian. And 1 from Sara.
Sara msg: I cannot take it anymore. Vivian had been hounding me for answers. I am coming over your place.
I looked at the message and it was sent 30mins ago. Before I could even move or blink my eyes, my door bell rang. Sara knew my address because from one of the dinner session we had last week.
Putting on a shirt, I went and opened the door. Sara was there, dressed in a plain sky blue blouse and black shorts. Her face was still swollen and she had her shades on.
I opened the door.
Sara: Sorry for just dropping by. I could not take it any more.
She went directly to my sofa and sat down as I close the door.
Me: it’s ok…. I understand…. Sorry… I just woke up…. I’ll go and wash up first.
She nodded and smiled weakly.
When I came back, she was hugging my cushion and had switched the TV on. I sat down besides her, leaving a space between us, not speaking a word.
I could tell that the TV was just a distraction for her and she was not really concentrating on it. She spoke softly first.
Sara: Sam…how did you know that I was in trouble?
I looked at her and she was hugging her knees for comfort.
Me: you will not believe me.
Sara: I will…. tell me….
I told her about the dream, how I met her, and I picked up the guy called Joe. She was curious about Joe but when I showed her the video that I had copied from the camera of the cab, she did not recognized him. She listened quietly. When I finished, she just nodded.
Sara: I see. It’s a weird dream. But I am thankful for that and for you saving me.
Me: I did not do enough….. sorry….
Sara: no…. you did….
She came over and hugged me. I could feel her bosom pressing against my arm but she was shivering as well. Tentatively, I put my arms around her shoulders even though she was not crying.
Me: are you ok?
Sara: yah…. just scared….
She released herself and looked me in the eyes.
Sara: Sam….
Me: yes?
Sara: who is the other guy in your dream? you did not finish the story….
Me: errrm…. I dont know…. I was woken up by you……
Sara: oh….
She kept quiet for a while before asking me again.
Sara: Sam…. will you….will you protect me?
Me: I’ll try my best….
Sara: Promise?
Me: yes…. promise….
She hugged me again and we remained in that position until my phone rang. It was Vivian.
Sara: Dont tell her I am with you. If not, she will want to speak to me.
Me: har?
Sara: My phone is switched off.
Me: errmm…ok…
I picked up the phone.
Me: yes?
Vivian: Is sara with you?
I looked at Sara.
Me: nope. Why?
Vivian: she left the house without informing me!
Me: where did she go?
Vivian: why do you think I called you?
Me: oh…ok…. if she look for me, I’ll let you know….
Vivian: are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?
I sighed.
Me: I told you that it is better for her to tell you directly. It is not for me to say.
Vivian: Fine. Anyway, I had called up her parents. They are flying down to Singapore.
Me: what?!
Vivian: I got to go and look for her. If she call you, please let me know.
I hung up and told Sara about the conversation.
She looked shock when I told her that her parents are flying over.
Sara: No! Fuck! why did she do that?!
Me: why? what’s the matter? They are your parents and will be concerned about you.
I was taken aback by her reaction.
Sara: NO!
Me: Sara…. Sara…. calm down….. calm down…..
She hugged me and started crying, leaving me with tons of questions in my mind.
She hugged me close and I could feel her breasts pressing against my hand. It had been a long time since I touched a woman but I willed myself not to get arouse. This is not the time.
I kept quiet and waited until she stopped sobbing. She got up and my shirt was wet with her tears.
Sara: sob…. sorry….. sob….
Me: what’s wrong?
She started to tell me more information about her family. Her mum was the mistress and once Sara was born, she was sent away to Sulawesi immediately. Sara did not even see her as she was just an infant then. Next, her dad sent her over to SIngapore to live with a nanny.
Although her dad came over once every few months and send her some allowances monthly, she was not allowed to call her dad. SO when Vivian did so, Sara would be in trouble.
Me: didnt you tell Vivian about it?
Sara: She doesnt know my family history.
Me: so how did she know your dad’s number?
Sara: I told you my dad visited me once in a while. He met Vivian before and must have passed her his namecard.
Me: how will that get you into trouble?
She sighed.
Sara: You said my parents are flying over…. which meant that the woman is coming as well.
Me: she could be concerned about you….
Sara: no…. you dont know her….. never……
me: sara, people change…. maybe she had changed?
she spoke very slowly and softly.
Sara: sam….. she will never change her hatred for me…..
I looked at her, not knowing what to say.
Vivian did not call me again that day and Sara did not wanted to return to her rented place. So we just sat there watching TV. Finally after her ordeal yesterday, she got tired, leaned against my shoulder and fell asleep. Soon, leaning back against the sofa, I joined her in slumber.
I was jolted awake by a loud knock on my door. Sara woke up as well and she rubbed her eyes, trying to get the sleepiness off her.
The knocking continued and I went to the door. I opened it and there were 4 people standing in front of the door. A muscular guy was the one knocking on my door. Behind the guy was an older couple. The man was about 50 plus and besides him stood a woman, elegantly dressed in cheong sum. She had her hair bundled up, not unlike a honeycomb. She looked late 40s. Behind them stood a young lady about 28. She was petite and with her straight flowing black hair, she was rather pretty.
Before I could react, the guy opened the gate, which was unlocked and push me aside before making way for the older couple.
Me: What? WHO ARE YOU?!
He put his hand on my chest, a warning sign to ask me to shut my mouth.
I looked at Sara. She had stood up from the sofa looking stunned.
The older woman walked passed me without even looking at me. The older man nodded before walking pass and finally the younger female. As she walked past me, her perfume gave off a beautiful scent that I knew immediately what she was using, Chanel.
I have a dining table with some chairs there. The older woman went to one of them and sat down facing Sara. The older man took a seat besides her and the younger girl just stood by her side. The muscular guy still had his hand on my chest.
Older woman: So…. this is where you are hiding.
Sara face had since turned white.
Sara: how…. hhhoooww….. did…. did…. you…. find…..me?
She was stammering for the first time since I know her. Her usual confidence had vaporated.
From the whole situation, I deduced that they were her father and the first wife. The younger girl, I assume that she was the daughter and the muscular guy was their body guard. I did not gave Vivian my address and have no idea how they managed to trace me down.
Older woman: Wayne…. tell her…..
Again I did not understand fully. From what Sara had told me previously, her dad was the rich one. Although the first wife, Lucy’s family was rich, she was not that rich. But obviously she is in charged.
Wayne: Sara…. It is not difficult to trace your whereabouts. Lucy had ways to know that your last text was to him.
He looked at Lucy for approval. She showed no expression and he continued.
Wayne: So it was easy to find out his address. We came straight once your friend….
Lucy: enough…..
She said that softly and immediately he kept quiet.
Lucy: Why did that incident happened?
Sara gulped and I could see that she was shivering.
Lucy: obviously you wore too skimpily and tempt those guys. Am I right?
Sara: I did not!
Lucy: then how did that happened?
I was stunned. How did she know what happened? Even Vivian did not know.
Sara shook her head.
Wayne: we found out the incident from your office people.
Lucy: shut up Wayne. I am talking.
Wayned immediately kept his mouth shut. She was so authoritative and so overbearing. I wanted to speak but the guy sensed it and put a little pressure on my chest with his hands and stared at me.
Lucy: I am waiting.
Sara: I… I wasnt wearing skimpily. I was just checking the office to make sure that all the workers had left. Then suddenly one of them rushed out behind a partion. I did not….
Lucy cut her off.
Lucy: If wearing a singlet and a skirt so short in front of the workers are not considered as skimpy, then what is that?
She did not shout but the tone of her words were just like shouting right in front of your face.
Lucy: you are just like your mum. A hussy.
She looked at the guy and he took it as a gesture to close the wooden door with his free hand.
Lucy: After the incident, you choose to hide here with a guy.
She stared at me before staring at Sara again.
Lucy: you are just a cheap little whore.
I could see that Sara was angry as she clenched her fists tightly. But she did not respond and just kept quiet.
Lucy: Helen. Do your job.
I watched Helen automatically walked forward to Sara. Standing in front of Sara, she mouth a silent word of sorry, before she let fly a slap across Sara’s face. It was hard and Sara cringed, immediately holding her face, but she continued to stand there.
Lucy: Do it.
Wayne looked down at the floor, probably feeling helpless and useless, watching his daughter being abused.
Helen reached for Sara TShirt and pulled it off. Sara did not resist but stood there in just her white bra and shorts, her hands clenched tighter. The muscular guy was watching the show with his hand still on my chest. I looked on and my body started to react automatically. Slowly by surely, my erection grew.
Lucy: Wait.
I thought she had changed her mind.
Lucy: matthew.
She looked at the beefy bodyguard and he nodded. I could almost feel his excitment as he finally released my chest. He took 2 steps towards Sara, but he needed to walk around the back of the sofa. I moved towards his back.
Even though he is built like a tank, I thought I may have my chances.
Me: Stop! what the…..
Before I could continue my sentence, he turned around and grab my arms, heaving me like a sack of potatoes off the floor. Unlike a judo flip, he did not need to use his hips as he slammed me down on the sofa. Luckily it cushioned my fall or I would had broken some bones.
Without any instruction, Helen sat on my chest. I could feel the bones from her butt on my chest. Before I could move or protest, she covered my mouth with her hand and hissed softly to me.
Helen: Don’t. Or it’ll be worse for her.
Lucy: Helen, what are you telling him?
She turn back to Lucy, still with her soft hand over my mouth. I turned and looked at Sara. Her tears were running down her cheeks but she did not utter any noise. She just stood silently with her hands still by her side.
Helen: I am asking him to remain still.
Lucy did not reply and looked at Matthew. Matthew went forward to Sara walked behind her and unclasped her bra. He let it fall to the ground and she did not even try to stop it or protect her modesty. Her whole body by now was shivering with anger.
Matthew went back to the front and stared lustily at her bare breasts.
I watched as he put his ham-like hands on her boobs and squeezed. He squeezed her hard and rough. She cringed at his touch, but she did not move away. She held firm.
There was nothing erotic about it but he was getting a boner.
Lucy laughed throatily watching Sara’s modesty being outrage.
I tensed up and Helen pressed down harder on my mouth. She looked sadly into my eyes, pleading me not to do anything foolish.
Unable to hold himself any longer, Wayne turned to Lucy and spoke firmly.
Wayne: I think this is enough.
But she snapped back at him. For the first time, she lost her composure. Matthew, for a moment unsure of what to do, he stopped touching Sara.
Lucy: do you think this is enough?! Do you think so?
Wayne: It had nothing to do with her.
Lucy: She is an illegitimate child! A bastard!
Wayne: Look at her. She already suffered yesterday and your guy had already humiliated her enough.
Lucy: she deserved it!
Wayne looked up at Helen.
Wayne: What if whatever happened yesterday was on Helen?
Lucy: Shutup!
At this point in time, she got up went over to Sara and slapped her again. Sara stood straight and took the full impact of the slap for the 2nd time. Her cheek was all red from the assault.
Lucy stood there, stared at Sara for a moment before turning back to Wayne.
Lucy: what are you waiting for!
She turned back to Sara.
Lucy: If you ever get even call him up again. The repercussion would be much more than this.
With that, she walked towards the door. MAtthew followed, not before using his finger tip and stroke across Sara’s nipple. Wayne did not dare to look at Sara and followed them. Finally Helen got off me and lingered just for a short moment as I sat up. Once Lucy was out the door, she quickly shove a piece of paper into my hand and spoke softly but hurriedly to me.
Helen: If you need help, call me. Look after her. Sorry.
With that, she left as well.
Sara finally collapsed onto the sofa and cried.
After I closed the door, I went back to her. She was still topless and in her anguish, she did not even bother to cover up. The double humiliation had taken its toll on her. She turned to hug me and cried on my shoulders.
I remained silent and put an arm over her shoulders to comfort her.
She stopped crying after sometime but she did not pull away from me. She just continued to lean against my shoulder and I could not see her expressions.
Sara: Do you think that I am a slut?
Me: no….. dont think of it as this way.
Sara: I stood there and let that creature grab me…..
Me: you had no other choice…..Do you blame me for not protecting you?
She left my shoulders. She automatically took a cushion and covered herself.
Sara: like you said, you had no choice as well….
I looked at her and reached out to touch her swollen cheeks. She did not move away. I was surprised that she was so strong. But I guessed that living and fending on her own all these years had gave her the strength.
Me: Your cheeks are swollen…..
Sara: Sorry that I soaked your top with my tears.
Me: it’s ok…..
She took the card that I had left on the table.
Sara: I knew she exist but I had never seen her before….. In fact this is the first time I met them both…. but why did Helen pass you her card?
Me: She asked me to reach out to her if you needed help.
I explained to her what Helen said when she sat on me.
Me: Is she the daughter? Your step sister?
Sara nodded.
Me: I think she is different from the witch.
WHen I said the witch, she laughed.
Sara: haha…. a fitting name…… I am going to give her a call.
Me: are you sure? You will get into trouble if the witch finds out.
Sara: I am willing to bear the consequences. There are some things that I needed to find out.
I knew that there is no way I could dissuade her and before I could ask further, she spoke before me.
Sara: Let’s go for dinner.
Me: you sure? Should I just go and grab some food for you downstairs?
Sara: I am fine now. Dont worry…. can you pass me the bra and my top?
I collected the items from the floor and pass it to her. Without turning away, she lowered the cushion and started to slide the bra straps over her arm. I could see that bruises had started to appear on her breasts from Matthew’s rough handling of her.
Me: errm…. your… ermm… breasts are injured. Do you want to see a doctor?
She clasped her bra before speaking.
Sara: It’s Sunday. The clinics are closed…. I’ll go tomorrow….
Dinner was a simple affair, just at the coffee shop across the road. After that, we made our way back to my place and she used my phone and text Helen to meet up tomorrow.
Sara: I’ll be staying here tonight….
Me: But I have to work tomorrow….
Sara: no problem….. I’ll make my way home once you are off to work.
That night, I offered her my bedroom while I slept on the sofa. After yesterday and today, I was 100% sure that it would be inappropriate to even attempt to sleep in the same room with her. I heard the room door locked as I slept.