Chapter 7: Six Days and Seven Nights: The Second Night (2)

The more she thought about it, the more terrified Lin Huiyin became, unable to stop herself from shivering. Yet, a growing sense of curiosity surged in her heart—curiosity about who that man was, the one who had kidnapped her and stolen her innocence!

Lin Huiyin’s large, dark, and bright eyes stared intently at the hourglass, feeling time slip away bit by bit.

Two hours—it wasn't too long, yet it wasn't too short. For Lin Huiyin, it was truly a torture of both body and soul.

It wasn't until the fine sand before her was nearly at the bottom that Lin Huiyin realized a layer of cold sweat had broken out on her back.

It was almost the Hour of the Rat again!

She wondered if she would be able to evade that perverted man tonight.

Lin Huiyin clenched her hands tightly and pursed her lips, her eyes darting around as she stared guardedly at the room.

However, this time, when the hourglass in her hand ran out, she didn't hear a single sound before she, just like the previous times, fell once again into an endless darkness.

.............

When she woke up again, it was the same damp and dark environment as before.

The only difference was that, perhaps because Lin Huiyin had woken up early this time, she was no longer naked.

That perverted man was in the middle of stripping her clothes off.

Subconsciously, Lin Huiyin reached up to grab the collar of her clothes, shrinking backward in an attempt to dodge the man's hands as they tore at her garments.

The man's movements were obstructed, and he appeared somewhat displeased. In the next second, his reaching hand carried a faint layer of killing intent; he easily seized her shoulder, and with a slight application of force, the pain left Lin Huiyin unable to move.

Immediately after, Lin Huiyin heard the sound of fabric tearing, and a chill swept across her chest.

After the perverted man had stripped Lin Huiyin bare, he sat up slightly, creating a small distance between them.

Only then did Lin Huiyin feel her breathing become much smoother. In the darkness, she could faintly hear the rustling sound of the man undressing.

When a person is subjected to humiliation while being completely in the dark, they will always carry an innate sense of terror.

Lin Huiyin shrank her body uneasily and swallowed hard. When she opened her mouth, her voice came out hoarse and trembling: "Who... who are you, exactly?"

The perverted man showed no intention of answering her question. After finishing undressing himself, he simply leaned forward and pressed himself against Lin Huiyin.

His sense of oppression was too heavy. Lin Huiyin moved her body tremulously, yet she refused to give up. She continued to speak, her words stiff, pale, and utterly powerless: "I don't know you. Why are you doing this?"

Her response was once again silence.

The man's burning hands had already touched her skin, wandering all over her.

A flash of irritation couldn't help but surface in Lin Huiyin's heart. She frowned, her tone carrying a hint of anger: "I asked you who you are! Didn't you hear me speaking? Are you deaf, or are you mute?"

As she spoke, Lin Huiyin raised her hand and swung a fierce slap toward the man in front of her.

Before her hand could even touch him, the man's hand was a step faster, catching her wrist.

Lin Huiyin couldn't even strike this man, yet she was repeatedly molested by him. Hatred surged in her heart, and her tone became much sharper: "You really are a useless coward,"