Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai’s innocence and helplessness had ignited the desire of the man approaching her. Standing before her, he could not resist reaching out and touching her exposed shoulder.
As if she felt something filthy, she dodged reflexively and screamed uncontrollably, “Don’t touch me!”
Her voice had been extremely loud, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her fear, making her words seem weak. “I’m so scared,” said one of the men pretending to be terrified. They all broke out in laughter.
After they quieted down, the man again tried to touch her shoulder.
When she dodged again, he used both of his arms to stop her from getting away. Her soft, smooth skin made him smile, and he commented lewdly, “Don’t touch you? Not only will I touch you, after the photos, we’re going to scr*w you…”
He pushed Qin Zhi’ai flat onto the sofa and pressed down onto her body.
Under his weight, even with all her effort, she couldn’t manage to budge an inch.
“Get the hell over yourself. Let’s get the photos first,” the camera man said impatiently when noticing the man just pressing down on Qin Zhi’ai. “Tilt her face toward the camera and reveal half of her breast. Kiss her neck, but don’t show your own face.”
The camera man continued to direct, and the man obeyed; he pressed down on Qin Zhi’ai, forcefully turned her face toward the camera, and plastered his lips against the nape of her neck. Her heart began pounding in terror, and her body shook uncontrollably.
I can’t allow these men to take these photos of me, and I certainly can’t let them touch me!
The more thoughts that raced through her mind, the more she wanted to fight, but she was completely unable to move.
The snapping of the camera was horrifying to her. She pleaded, “Please don’t take photos! Let me go! Please don’t take these photos…”
The men were oblivious to her pleas and continued shooting their scenes while the man remained pressed down on her.
“Remove your clothes now. That will make this next set of photos even better…”
“Show off one of her delicious thighs…”
“Wrap her legs around your waist…”
“Kiss her ears and grope her breasts…”
The camera clicked and flashed for what seemed like an eternity. Desperation engulfed Qin Zhi’ai. Her clear, beautiful eyes had become hollow with a glaze covering them.
I am so humiliated. I don’t want to live anymore… I don’t want to live anymore… I don’t want to live anymore…
These words echoed in her ears over and over.
“This isn’t working. I can see her face but not her body. Flip her over. Make her part her legs and elbows, directly facing the camera…”
As these words floated into Qin Zhi’ai’s ears, her eyes shot back to life. She opened her mouth to bite into her own tongue.
