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If you knew how much this story is saving me right now, lol. I love this new job I have, but it is really long and you have nothing really to do beside smile and say '' hello '' to every passing soul. And as much as this sounds like easy work: YOU ARE FUCKING TIRED AT THE END OF THE DAY! 9 hours straight on my ass... My butt hates me right now... Anyway, writting help me pass the time. Do you know when I'm writting those lines? Today, it's Tuesday... I'm posting on Friday... I spent my two last days writting lol. Anyway, atleast I know I won't be late! Yup, I like this job.

Okay, so this chapter, my friends, is something I'm really proud of. I don't know if you like it, but I do. Because there is drama and passion! Well, I think so!

Oh boy! Sorry, I leave you right now, there's a celebrity from Québec in my face, so I lost my fingers...

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Traduction: La bestialité des hommes = Men's bestiality

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Chapter 11:La bestialité des hommes

I headed towards the bookshelves and scrutinised them. I was about to touch one when I heard someone coughing behind me.

I immediately turned around to see a young man standing by the door. I felt like a thief being caught.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by coming here."

"It's okay. It's not like you can steal anything besides books; everything is locked. D'you like books?" I looked at him before returning to the shelves.

The guy was maybe 5 foot 9,had an average body shape and looked nice enough. Overall, he was nice looking with his brown hair and almost black eyes.

"Yes, I do."

"Y'better like laws too. Those are all about that or something related. My friend's the son 's owner of this place. His father is a lawyer. See?" Once the guy was beside me, he pointed a diploma on a nearby wall and then a picture just below it.

"That's my friend's father in front of our fraternity house."

"Wow! I've heard it's tough to get into a sorority." He nodded.

"I'm Phillip by the way." He presented me his hand; I shook it.

"Sakura."

"You're not from here obviously. What do you think of Australia so far?"

"Beautiful of course! And so much history and culture! It's great, really." Phillip smiled.

"What about people?" I frowned, not understanding.

"People?"

"Yeah. How are Australians?"

"Well, I only made friends with William, I don't know if you know him... But I believe you are nice people."

"Friends, huh? Y'didn't try for something more? Could be a change." I didn't know if it was his accent or the alcohol I had drank, but I had problems to understand him. I turned towards him.

"What do you mean?" His facial expression remained unchanged.

"You know; tasting something else than Asian's skills in bed." I gulped down a shriek of fright and slowly began to get back from him.

"I'm fine, thank you. We should go back..." I dashed towards the door, to my horror, closed. However, Phillip was faster, grabbing my wrist and knocking me to the wall. This sudden violence was, with the help of alcohol, causing me dizziness. Still, I tried to escape from his grasp by pushing him away and telling him to stop and let me go.

He seemed amused at first, but ended up getting annoyed and caught my two wrists with his hands and pinned his body against mine while my back was against the bookshelves.

"Come on! I was told I'm great in bed. Let's try together; I wanna see id an Asian girl can be as exciting as any other girl I know."

"Let me go, or I'll scream!" He was stronger than I was; for the moment, fighting was useless.

"Scream all you want, there's no one on the third floor since it's initially forbidden access. Oups, we broke the rules. Exciting, isn't it? Plus, everyone is downstairs, deafened by the music so we can make all the noise we want. I locked the door too." How could I have been so blind? I decided to try to shake his confidence a bit.

"Are you sure?" I looked over his shoulder as if I had seen my saviour. While he was checking by himself, I gathered my strength and pushed him hard, making him lose balance and control. I ran towards the door.

Useless.

Phillip managed to catch me back before I could only even reach the knob. He passed an arm around my waist and pulled me backwards, making me collide with the solid desk.

He then violently pushed my shoulders to make me fall flat on my back, right onto the large study table. Too groggy to correctly move, my fight was clumsy and disordered, making my attempt useless and allowing him to grab my waist with both hands to slide me a bit further on the desk so that my head would be dangling above the floor. This way, he was able to kneel on the desk, both knees spreading my legs as far as they could go while he had grabbed into one hand my two wrists and brought them over my head.

I was helpless.

But even so, I didn't stop to fight; I couldn't kick, I couldn't punch, but I was struggling like if I was possessed by a demon, making his task harder to accomplish.

I began to scream; anything! "Let me go!""Help!""Get off of me!""Asshole!": Everything I could think about, but as soon as I did so, he jolted his head towards mine and hungrily bit my left earlobe. This time, I screamed in pain.

With his free hand, he grabbed my chin.

"Next time you scream, it will be your breast... On second thought, please do so." He licked my cheek while his hand was making its way under my shirt, up towards my chest. I could feel his erection through his still buttoned pants.

I was doing my best to show a stoic and brave face, but my whole body was shaking with fear, betraying my lame attempt to remain expressionless; I knew rapists were known to be aroused by the fear of their victims.

"You have such a soft skin! And those matching cute underwear... Were you keeping them for someone important?" He had raised my shirt over my bra and had slightly pulled on my skirt to see my panties. His touch was like poison to me, but I tried to answer his question with courage instead of fright in my voice.

"No." He seemed frustrated by the answer.

"Liar. Were you keeping them for someone else?" His tone had risen and each word had become like sharp daggers; my answer had to be "yes" so that he would know it would pain me even more to be taken by him.

But this time, I didn't answer; I kept fighting to get free.

Suddenly, his free hand that had been caressing my collarbone until then, grabbed my left tight and dug his nails into my skin.

He ragingly repeated his question, screaming.

"Were you keeping them for someone else?" On those words, the door behind him shot opened, slamming into the wall like if a train had hit it.

Phillip was, at last, removed from me with violence and thrown against a wall. I tried to get back on my feet, free of this asshole. I managed it, but my legs were shaking like leaves.

I should have run away, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me.

My saviour was showing his back while grabbing Phillip's shirt's collar while my almost rapist was on the floor, near the wall he had been hit into. Phillip was trying to get back up while the blessed intruder answered the question that had been asked to me.

I recognised this back. I recognised this voice.

"Yes, she was, but don't worry, she'll buy other ones and she'll never think about you ever again."

Li punched Phillip right in the face. My molester was sent back on the floor again. He spat blood and teeth staining the spotless wooden floor. His nose was bleeding too and seemed brutally broken.

"You'll think about me though: Kiss your pretty face goodbye 'cause I just broke your nose good." Li took Phillip back up and pinned him against the wall.

"See? I don't bother to say "If you ever touch her again" because you won't ever be able to. I just had to go straight to the punishment. Now sleep." I didn't see what Li did, but Phillip fell back on the floor like a lifeless puppet.

Li turned towards me and approached my still form.

"He's not dead, come." He leaded me into the corridor, but at some point I passed by him and went straight to the bathroom, throwing myself on the sink; I felt sink and I was madly shaking. In the mirror, I saw that Li had followed me, a stoic, but still hard look on his face. I turned the water on; ice cold water running on my hands... Despite the bite of the temperature, I remained still; I NEEDED the pain...

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but you should have been more careful. Why did you leave alone?" His voice was lifeless, not meant to hurt or scare me, but I just didn't want to hear anything anyway... I was already fighting back tears with all my strength and trying to remain calm and his comment wasn't helping. I motioned him to stop without even looking at him.

My throat was painful due to the sobs I wasn't allowing myself to set free.

Suddenly, his hand covered my eyes.

"Cry. I don't know why you're restraining yourself to do so, but I'm telling you now: cry."

The darkness brought upon me shattered the barriers I was trying to keep intact.

And I cried. I cried so hard.

I stopped fighting and turned around to bury my face into Li's chest, my hands tightly holding onto his shirt. My legs were weak, but since I was already crying; showing more weakness and let them give up on me was an option too dreadful to consider.

However, after a moment of hesitation, Li placed his arms around me, unconsciously helping, even if just a little.

I didn't know how long I kept crying and honestly, I didn't want to know.

Through sobs, I revealed how much I felt dirty; once again, my reason for admitting that to him eluded me, but I had to admit I felt slightly better after doing so.

Softly, he brought me back to the sink and made me sit on the countertop before turning on the water. He then rummaged through cupboards.

"What are you doing?" My voice was shaky, but still comprehensible. With a tissue I found nearby, I tried to dry my tears.

Li didn't answer; he got back with a small towel and put it under the steaming water. He applied the piece of clothe on my cheek and made it run down to my jaw line. It was so hot that as soon as it was removed, heat was immediately replaced by a cold sensation: it was refreshing.

At some point, Li placed a lock of my hair behind my ear and frowned. I flinched, feeling the pain.

"Your ear is red and swollen. What happened?"

"He bit me because I was screaming." Li growled.

"I should have hit harder." I remained silent for a moment before replying.

"You know that I won't report this incident to the police, right?" He nodded.

"I know, you have to avoid "attracting attention", isn't it?" I nodded.

"I feel better, thanks."

"We should leave." He slowly headed towards the door while I got back on my unstable feet.

"Can't we leave by the window? Somehow?" He turned around and stared at me, a perplex look on his face.

"I don't want to get back there." He seemed to be debating something (not the window matter, obviously since it was impossible). Then, he took his phone and called someone. The person answered after a little while.

"Yeah, it's me... Yes, I found her. We're leaving. Now. You two go straight to the car, we'll meet you there." Of course he was calling Eriol-san; I should have guessed sooner.

Afterwards, Li approached me. I suspiciously stared at him.

"What now?"

Suddenly, he bent down, passed an arm around my back, the other behind my tights and got back up with me in his arms, held like a baby.

"Put me down! Li-san! It's embarrassing!"

"Then, maybe you'll finally learn to do not talk to strangers. I will! I promise, now put me down! Please!"

"We'll be faster to leave this way." I cursed, but his last comment, but his last comment was appealing enough for me to stop struggling. Still, like I had said, it was embarrassing and I could feel myself madly blushing. I groaned and hid my face into his perfumed chest.

Somehow Li managed to unlock the door and open it. He carefully climbed down the stairs. On the first floor, I heard a familiar voice.

"Li! You found her! What happened?" Will's voice was half relieved, half anxious. I didn't dare to look around us and kept my face hidden.

"Do me a favour, will you? There's a banged-up asshole on the third floor. Do what you can to get some evidence on his molesting activities and send him to jail." I heard a gasp despite the music.

"Did he...?"

"No, but he seemed to be highly interested in those things. So, will you try?"

"I'll do my best. Take care of her, man. And I'm sorry, Sakura." It was the first time I had heard them being so respectful with each other.

I finally got enough courage to reveal myself and slightly smiled at him.

"Don't worry. Take care of you." Li took his leave, bringing obviously me along with him.

The stares of all the strangers made me retreat into Li's chest.

Once outside the house, I once again complained about him holding me.

"It was so embarrassing! Was it really necessary? You said it was to get out faster, but you stopped! I could have walked!"

"If I had not stopped to allow you to say goodbye to him, you would have ended up feeling guilty or accusing me of being a jerk. And don't think that I didn't notice that you can barely stand up." I bit my lower lip to prevent me from revealing him that my legs' weakness was partly because of being thrown a bit too hard against the wall and the desk. It was a fact I presumed to have the capacity to infuriate hi, judging by his previous reactions: Reactions I was glad he had produced, but still, I couldn't stand to see him acting violent.

So I stayed silent.

When we arrived at the car, Tomoyo-chan literally jumped out of it and rushed to us. Li put me down.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'll tell you once at your house." Tomoyo-chan nodded and helped me in the car.

Eriol-san was out too, looking at me with concern, smart enough to know something bad had happened. I felt ashamed and guilty; ashamed because I had not been bright nor strong enough to know something to avoid this misadventure and guilty because I was causing my friends a lot of trouble.

Tomoyo-chan got behind the wheel and we left. No one said a word. I blankly stared outside the window during the whole ride.

Since I had landed in Australia, I had often, more than usually, felt things before it would happen due to the change of country; when I would move, this phenomenon would always be more present, but at this party, I had not felt the danger and it was intriguing me. So I tried to find an explanation; the only one I came up with was the alcohol. Alcohol dulls senses, so it was a plausible theory. But once at Tomoyo-chan's house, I was perfectly sober and I could feel... Discomfort was stirring in my stomach and something in my mind was screaming at me.

Tomoyo-chan's parked the car in the garage.

"Tonight, no names must be told." Everybody stared at me, surprised. I intensely looked at my cousin.

"No name. Please." Eriol-san seemed a bit more puzzled that the two others, but everyone nodded.

"Do you know why?" I shook my head looking apologetically at Tomoyo-chan.

"I might only be tired, but please compel."

Once again, everyone nodded and we all got out of the car and headed to our own room. Before getting to sleep, I forced myself to tell her every events of the night. I felt sick just thinking about them, but I knew I had to. I was no psychologist, but I knew that much.

Tomoyo-chan took me in her arms and we fell asleep this way.

I woke up around two in the morning, a strong unpleasant feeling choking me. I managed to get out of bed without waking up Tomoyo-chan and immediately headed towards the kitchen.

I listened. The house was perfectly silent. I took a sharp long knife out of a knives block and got back to keeping still and listening.

"What are you alright?" I lowered my weapon.

"I'm sorry. I... I feel..." Li carefully approached me.

"You're traumatised; your anxiousness is comprehensible... but maybe you shouldn't touch knives for a while." I shook my head.

"No! It's more than that; something's going to happen..." At this moment, the backyard's door's knob that was nearby began to shake and we could hear clicking sounds coming from the lock. Li turned towards me.

"Go upstairs. Now!" I hesitated before finally leaving the kitchen.

I still could hear Li banging once on the backyard's door and loudly warning he would call the police if the thief wasn't leaving at this very moment.

While walking back to the stairs with my knife, I stopped in front of the main door. I approached it... and suddenly, metallic sounds came from the lock.

I hurriedly flattened myself against the wall, beside the door. With one swift movement, I unlocked the door and opened it. As soon as I perceived the hand still working on the lock (the thief was too surprised to react), I slashed the arm and rapidly closed the door and locked it back. At this point, my breath was erratic. I could hear the man raging scream.

Li rapidly came out of the kitchen.

"What happened?" I was speechless; I couldn't understand why I had done such a sadistic act. The man on the other side of the door had grown back silent; then, I heard a car hurriedly speeding off.

I stared at Li who was looking at the knife.

"I think you should give me the knife now." Li extended his hand and took the weapon.

"What happened?" I shuddered.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I was afraid... I just..."

"Tell me what happened." His voice was dead calm.

"I opened the door and cut the man..." Tension appeared on his face.

"What? Gosh!... Have you gone mad?" He stopped barking, but began to grunt for a while, due to stress and tension I guessed.

Li turned back to me after a moment.

"Okay, listen to me, I'm going to tell you what your daddy should have told you years ago. For all we know, those guys might have been only thieves; this house has been empty for a while, maybe they didn't know we had moved in. Thieves usually prefer to run, but they can be dangerous if they think the occasion calls for it. They might have been sociopaths too, which I don't know, but either way; you should never open the door!" Not once did Li raise his voice; the tension he was introducing into his words were enough to deliver the message. And I was listening. I really was, but all I could see was the blood on the knife. I knew I had not cut into the flesh too deeply, but I couldn't believe I had attacked a man.

Li followed my gaze and sighed.

"Don't move." He left for the kitchen and I heard water running into the sink. The water stopped flowing. Li came back soon after.

"Come." He leaded me to the living room and told me to sit down on the couch while he went over a sofa to take a blanket. Li handed it to me. I sat at one end of the sofa, my knees under my chin, while my bodyguard settled down at the other end.

"Talk."

End of chapter 11

Still shaking... Not cool, I don't even listen to his songs! It might be why I'm so stressed out... That and I wasn't planning to see a celebrity at work... I'm right beside a huge room where artists perform and I wasn't planning to see any celebrity... Girl, there something wrong with you lol

Anyway, tell me what you think of my fanfic thank you!

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