Chapter 3
Silence.
A moment later, I let out a piercing scream and lunged toward the door.
But in the next second, a heavy iron object smashed into the back of my head.
I briefly lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.
In a daze, I felt someone dragging me.
It was Monica.
It's hard to imagine a woman having such strength - she dragged me with one hand as easily as if I were a tattered sack.
Monica threw me into the bathtub.
"Do you love him?" she asked.
My hands and feet were bound, my lips trembling, unsure what to say.
Monica stood up.
She walked towards me.
Just as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the knife to slash across my throat...
The doorbell suddenly rang.
Monica put down the knife and stood up.
She found a towel to gag me, then went to answer the door.
A man entered. He hesitated when he saw Monica, his voice tinged with panic:
"Sister, you're back."
I recognized the man's voice.
His name was Kerpan, Holt's friend who lived downstairs.
Earlier today, when I was going upstairs with Holt, we ran into him in the elevator.
At the time, Kerpan's eyes had roamed up and down my dress-clad legs, making me very uncomfortable.I spoke to Holt about it, but Holt just smiled faintly: "That guy's just a horndog, but don't worry, he wouldn't dare touch my woman."
I hated Kerpan, but at this moment, he was the only one who could possibly save me.
I desperately stretched out my foot and kicked the vanity.
A large bottle of shower gel fell down, making a loud thud.
The living room instantly went quiet.
Kerpan hesitantly asked, "Monica, is Holt in the bathroom?"
I struggled desperately.
Come quick.
Come quick.
...
It seemed God had heard my prayers.
I heard Kerpan's footsteps approaching the bathroom.
However, he only took a few steps before Monica stopped him.
Monica said, "Kerpan, I know all about Holt's affair."
Kerpan froze.
He awkwardly searched for words, but in the next second, Monica's reaction was completely unexpected.
She hugged Kerpan from behind.
Her body in the silk gown pressed tightly against Kerpan's back, transmitting a soft and seductive sensation.
Monica whispered, "If Holt can have an affair, then so can I."
"Kerpan, haven't you always..."I've always wanted you, haven't I?"
I sat in the bathroom, listening desperately to the commotion from the living room.
I heard a man's hurried breathing and a woman's soft muffled sounds.
Kerpan embraced Monica, his hand running through her hair, then...
He suddenly grabbed her throat.
"Bitch, don't try to fool me!" Kerpan roared, "Holt told me about you sluts, not one of you can be trusted!"
Monica was held in a death grip by Kerpan's hands on her throat, making choking sounds as she struggled for air.
Finally, her head lolled to one side, motionless.
Kerpan tossed Monica onto the couch and rushed towards the bathroom.
"Holt! Holt!"
Kerpan burst through the bathroom door, expecting to see Holt.
Instead, he found me tied up in the bathtub.
"Where's Holt?" he shouted at me.
My mouth was stuffed with a washcloth, so I could only frantically try to signal him with my eyes.
Kerpan rushed over and yanked the cloth from my mouth.
I croaked out hoarsely, "Behind you..."
Behind?
A look of confusion spread across Kerpan's face.
Was Holt behind him?