His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 15

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

I was awakened by the boisterous laughter of the men. Despite being awake, I feigned sleep and eavesdropped on their exchange.

"Seems like we hit the jackpot. ‘Miss' instructed us to do this, but do you think we could just take this girl?"

I opened one eye and peered at them, only to witness one of them act as if licking something in the air, like a maniac. Quickly, I closed my eyes and sobbed silently, feeling faint due to the misfortune that had befallen me. I wanted to scream, but I was afraid that they might harm me. Furthermore, I had no idea who this "Miss" they were referring to was. To make matters worse, I had no funds or relatives to request ransom from. The world is full of people, so why did this have to happen to me?

As the man began touching and caressing my legs, I couldn't help but tremble with fear. I was seated at the back of the van, but fortunately, I managed to keep my balance and didn't fall.

"Our beloved princess has awakened," stated the man with yellowed and decaying teeth.

The darkness had not completely set in, but they were traveling along an obscure path. My hands were bound, restricting my movement. Despite my attempts to free myself, one of the men forcefully placed his hands on my legs, while the other two laughed as tears streamed down my face.

"W-Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The man who was massaging my legs suddenly demanded that the van be stopped. He laughed out loud and said, "Before we hand her over to the boss, I need to do something first." Turning to me, he exclaimed, "Wow, miss! You gave me a boner. You need to take responsibility for it."

The driver parked the van in a grassy area while one of the others got out to pull me free. Despite my struggles, they still managed to throw me onto the grass. Shuddering with fear, I wept as the man who had been lusting after me unbuckled his belt.

They pushed me hard, causing the rough rope to burn against my skin as they cut the knot that bound me. As soon as the leash was removed, I instinctively tried to kick them. However, the man with decaying teeth ripped my shirt, and I could feel the fabric tearing under his grasp. Reacting quickly, I wrapped my hands around my chest to protect myself. The man who unbuckled the belt pushed himself up against my body, his fingers digging painfully into my left chest, causing me to let out a painful whimper. The overwhelming fear that consumed me, despite my attempts to fight it, weakened me, and my sobs grew louder.

Taking off my jeans proved to be a challenge for my assailants. Reluctantly, I gave in to the realization that I had no chance of stopping them. My eyes filled with tears as the sound of their devilish laughter echoed in my head. Just as the man was about to penetrate me, a sudden blow to his face caused him to stumble back.

The man who was touching me screamed angrily, "Fuck you! What the hell are you?! What's wrong with you?!"

He looked up to identify the person he was yelling at, and his eyes widened in recognition. He tried to run away, but two guards intercepted him. Meanwhile, the other two guards were beating up the two individuals who were with him.

I fixed my gaze on the man who had come to my aid, my eyes filled with fear. Despite my fear and the fact that I was unclothed, I stood up, planning to run to him. As I struggled to get up, I stumbled, but he quickly came to my side and draped his coat over me. I leaned into him, unable to contain my sobs.

"Sshhh! Everything's fine. I'm here. I've arrived," he said reassuringly, patting my head.

I hit my body, now covered with a coat, and broke down in tears. "They touched me here." I pointed to the area they had stroked. "And even here! They're disgusting!"

He tried to calm me down, but his jaw was clenched, and he gritted his teeth. I couldn't stop sobbing and wailing. As he led me towards the guard, I heard him mutter something under his breath, although I couldn't quite make out what he said. "Don't kill them. Only remove what is essential. Cut needs to be cut. Even their tongues."

As we were about to enter his luxurious car, I overheard the desperate pleas of three men. "Please forgive us! We never meant to do it! I have a family! I beg you!" His voice was shattered, but he yelled at us, nonetheless. I wanted to look, but Andrius quickly shielded my face in his chest.

"I've encountered many people in a similar situation to yours. You're suffering from PTSD, which stands for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This is a mental illness that affects individuals who have experienced or witnessed traumatic events, such as tragedies, deaths, or wars," he explained, pausing briefly before continuing. "In some cases, it can also occur in individuals who have been sexually assaulted or witnessed a sexual assault," he added, sensing the mood in the room.

"What do you think is the best course of action to treat her?" Andrius asked. He appeared attentive and eager to hear the physician's response, while I remained silent and pensive.

"What happened to you? Where are your parents?" he inquired, patiently waiting for my response. I understood he was seeking confirmation to determine the cause of the situation. It was his responsibility to provide an accurate account, and he was performing his job dutifully.

Just as I was about to respond, Andrius interjected, "I don't believe Caroline is prepared to unveil this yet. Would you mind returning tomorrow?" His gaze shifted to me, and he appeared to be counting on my acknowledgment.

"No. It's alright," I said, looking into his eyes with a reassuring gaze. I knew I need to confront the reality of my parents' passing. It felt like I was trying to escape from the truth by pretending they were still here. "They passed away during a demolition and I was almost a victim of rape."

‘It was that simple' were the words that hit me like a sharp blade. They sounded easy to say but were hard to bear. It was like a heavy weight crushing my chest, making it hard to breathe. I reached out for Andrius' arm and let out a sigh.

"I'll be honest, there is no cure for PTSD. However, the best chance for improvement is through a combination of medication and therapy," he said.

After providing Andrius with further information, the doctor left. I paid little attention to their conversation as I had already eaten and was resting at the side table.

As I lay there, I recollected the name they referred to as "Miss," who directed them to commit the act.