Chapter 718 A Drunkard (Part Two)
Belinda regretted not having learned Chinese Kung Fu or kickboxing because ofziness. The only
thing she could do was stand still. As the man stalked forward, her heart went to her throat. Belinda
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had a strong impulse to run off, but she dared not pass the man by. She didn''t know what kind of
person he was. She was at a loss. The best course of action for her was to stay put.
She had always been a tough woman. But in this remote and dark ce, Belinda was scared. Her
hands clenched into tight fists. She was prepared to fight if necessary.
The man approached her step by step. Belinda''s knees trembled, as if she was about to face a
monster. She didn''t dare move her eyes away. If she had anticipated this would happen, she wouldn''t
have refused Duke''s invitation in exchange for her ridiculous pride. She''d already have been far away
from this damned ce! But what was done couldn''t be undone. She had to bear the consequences for
her waywardness.
"Oh, my! I never dreamed of seeing such a beauty on this remotend." Belinda was right, the man
was indeed drunk. She could clearly smell the disgusting scent of alcohol that he gave off as he drew
nearer.
"You... What do you want?" Belinda asked, her lips quivering. She nced several times in the
direction of the highway, hoping Duke woulde back. To her disappointment, however, not a ray of
light could be seen at the end of the trail. Everything was cloaked in sheer darkness.
"Hmm... You''re so beautiful, doll! What do you expect I want in this dark, deste ce?" The man
asked as he burped loudly. He was of medium built and in his forties. Belinda could not make out his
facial features in the dim light. But his sentence had already frightened her.
"Stay back. My husband... he''s nearby. He went to fetch something. He''ll be back soon." Belinda
backed away as she threatened him to ward him off. But she panicked and lost control of her pace.
"Husband! Aha... You can take me as your husband, doll. Hmm... I won''t mind taking your husband''s
ce tonight." He staggered nearer. Belinda screamed and darted in the direction of the highway. The
man began chasing her immediately as she sprinted.
"Hey, doll. Don''t leave me alone! I promise it''ll be fun for you!" He yelled as he chased Belinda on one
foot. He was in such a drunk state that it wasn''t easy for him to catch her. Belinda, however, was in
high heels. In panic, she tripped again.
"No, please! Don''t hurt me." Belinday on the gravel that wasn''t paved with cement. She retreated
inch by inch as the drunkard approached her. She had several wounds on her body. In spite of the
pain, she screamed for help in desperation. She would never have been afraid of this man in the past.
But tonight, she waspletely worn out emotionally after the fight with Duke. In her ce was just a
helpless woman in need of protection.
"Don''t what, doll? Would you like to have some fun with me? I promise to give you the time of your life."
His face was hidden in the darkness, but Belinda could well imagine thescivious expression on it.
"Stay where you are. I''ll scream for help if you take another step forward." Belinda warned him, her
eyes widening. She had lost the ability to cry. Her hands blindly searched around, hoping to find a
weapon. Maybe a stone could work.
"So scream! I''d be disappointed if you keep silent. Go ahead, doll. Let me hear you scream! It will
excite me." The man deliberately swallowed, before licking his lips lecherously. Belinda was disgusted.
"Shameless beast! Go away! Duke, help me! Save me!" Belinda cried. She felt traumatized to the point
of copse. How she regretted fighting with Duke! But it was toote.
"Hey! Doll! Stop shouting for help. Don''t you understand? It''s as quiet as a graveyard here. Even if you
scream your head off, no one wille to your rescue. Now, listen. I promise to treat you nicely." The
man wretchedly bent down toward her. She could finally see his face. His expression was lewd and he
was clearly aroused. What a pig!
"Go to hell!" Belinda took hold of a handful of earth and threw it at his face. She had intended to attack
his eyes, but the wind made it fall into her own as well. She didn''t care. She took advantage of the
opportunity and ran off before he could finish wiping off the dirt. She could hardly see through one of
her eyes, but it didn''t make her stop.
"Bitch! You y tricks on me! I''ll fuck and kill you once I get my hands on you!" The pain had sobered
up the drunkard a little. He cursed as he rubbed his eyes. Then he dashed to catch Belinda. She
couldn''t run much faster because of her wounds. He was catching up to her quickly.
Belinda''s face distorted in fear. She nced backward from time to time as she ran. She forgot about
the pain, or even the direction in which she was headed. Sheer panic had taken possession of her. She
was resolute in her belief that she could not let herself be stained by this drunkard, otherwise she''d
lose any confidence she had regarding Duke. If she couldn''t have Duke''s love and be with him, she
wouldn''t be able to live. She''d rather die.
"Hey! Keep running! As fast as you can! I wonder how far you can go." His voice was getting
increasingly loud as he closed the distance. Belinda could hear him panting as he yelled.
Belinda could image how deplorable she looked, but it didn''t matter. She wanted to be as far away from
the drunkard as possible. She had never anticipated such an encounter and didn''t know how to
respond under the circumstances. She could only think of escaping. But how, she didn''t know. Her
mind was nk.
"Bitch, you''re a good runner. You''ve already exhausted me. You must serve me nicely, or I''ll let you
apologize to me on your hands and kneester." He was now within an arm''s distance. If he stretched
out his hand, he''d easily catch her. The drunkard suddenly darted forward, trying to grip her wrist.
Luckily, Belinda twisted in time. In the process, he identally touched her cor and tore part of it
open, revealing Belinda''s fair skin. Aroused at the sight of it, he grasped her again, pulling her toward
him before she could realize what had happened. The man circled his other arm around her waist and
locked her in. It was impossible for Belinda to move.
"Let go of me, you beast! Leave me alone or you''re a dead man!" Belinda racked her brains for every
conceivable dirty name she could think of to curse the bastard. She struggled to twist her body and
fend him off, but didn''t realize how that excited him. He couldn''t restrain himself any longer. He grabbed
Belinda''s face and tried to kiss her. Belinda could smell the alcohol on him. She felt nauseated and
tried her best to dodge the forced kiss.
"Abuse me if you like! I get aroused hearing you curse. Smooth skin, pretty face. What a beauty you
are! I can''t wait any longer, doll." The man said as he caressed her arm, before moving to her face.
Belinda shuddered, and dodged his touch in time.
"You demon! If you try anything with me, you''ll die pitifully. My friend is a colonel. When she catches
you, you''ll be tortured in ways you can''t imagine." Belinda was exhausted beyond belief, but she
insisted on fighting till the very end. She would never surrender herself to this man. She''d find an
opportunity to escape.
"But I must sleep with you before I die. It must be nice, dying in a beautiful woman''s arms. You''re mine
tonight. You can''t escape your destiny," He said, before pressing his mouth on hers. Belinda was
horrified as she struggled against his arms. She stomped on his foot with one of her heels. He groaned
in pain and rxed his hold, helping her get away from under his body. But before she could think of
escaping, heavy hands dragged her down on the ground. The drunkardughed as he looked at
Belinda''s beautiful, teary face. He began taking off his clothes.