Rip My Colleague Apart

He held up the contraceptives and moved closer as if he was about to embrace me. I panicked, ducked down to avoid him, and swung my bag to knock his hand away.

"Stop right there! Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police!" I shouted.

The man chuckled.

"Call the police for what? Aren't you just a desperate spinster? I'm doing you a favor for free. Stop pretending. Just open the door already..."

As he spoke, he puckered his lips and leaned in to kiss me.

I ducked again and swung my bag at his face.

Perhaps because he was fat and padded with flesh, the impact didn't faze him at all. He only paused for a moment before reaching out to grab me.

I hadn't expected that my full-force swing would have no effect.

Before I could react, he had caught hold of my hair. With a yank, he slammed me against the wall.

The motion looked casual, but the dull thud echoed loudly as my head smacked against the wall. Pain shot through me instantly, leaving me weak and disoriented. My heart sank.

I had underestimated him and the difference in strength between men and women. I should have gone all out and attacked his weakest point from the start. But now, it was too late.

My head throbbed painfully, and I felt dazed.

The man looked me up and down, groped me briefly, then snatched the keys from my hand.

"Let's get inside. Things will be easier when you're lying down..."

I lived in an old apartment complex with two doors. I had a large set of keys and he couldn't immediately tell which one to use. He had to go through the keys one at a time.

Biding my time, I forced myself to endure the pain, took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of my lungs: "Help! Call the police!"

Struggling wouldn't help. Crying for help was my only option. I yelled with all my strength, twice in a row.

Focused on unlocking the door, the man jumped in surprise at my sudden outburst. He turned back abruptly and covered my mouth.

"What are you screaming for? Are you crazy? I'm here to help you..."

Before he could finish, I turned my head and bit down on his hand as hard as I could.

He yelped in pain and reflexively let go.

Seizing the opportunity, I took another deep breath and screamed again.

This was an old apartment complex with few residents, mostly elderly people. But I remembered that the young couple living downstairs kept similar hours to mine.

My voice was loud enough—they had to hear me. They would definitely help me. The thought drove me to scream even louder.

Meanwhile, the man recovered from the pain of my bite and turned toward me.

He tried to pin me down again. But before he could, footsteps could be heard from the floor below. The steps grew louder and quicker.

Relief surged through me, and my heart finally eased.

'I'm safe!'

But then an icy chill ran down my spine, and despair took hold again as I saw my rescuer.

A tall man had appeared at the top of the stairs. But it wasn't the man from the couple downstairs. It was a stranger.

He looked at me and said, "402? Are you Emily?"

The first man had said the exact same thing when he showed up.

'They were after the same thing!'

Before I could process it, the tall man grinned as his eyes roamed over me.

"Not bad. You're pretty, with a good figure... Hard to believe you'd be single. Oh well, it doesn't matter. Tonight, I'll take good care of you!"

With that, he took two steps toward me.