"Let me go, or I'll call the police!" Wang Shu screamed.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face. A dagger was pressed against her cheek. The hoodlum said viciously, "Scream again, and I'll slash your face. I'd like to see how you get any clients then."
Wang Shu was too frightened to move, allowing the hoodlum to drag her into the darkness. Moments later, the sound of tearing clothes filled the air. A tear rolled down her cheek. Wang Shu felt her world collapsing.
Although she had been ruthless in her climb to the top, having been with several men, all of them were men of status and were clean. The man on top of her now, reeking of alcohol and filth, made her nauseous. What worried her most was not knowing if this guy was diseased. A forced encounter was one thing, but contracting an incurable disease would ruin her life.