207: Somebody... help.

Somebody... help.

[SHORT FLASHBACK]1

"Ahh… haha! You got a nice ass, pretty boy!"

Axel dragged his feet in the middle of the road, listening to the waves of laughter and mockery from behind. He looked down, shivering at the icy breeze embracing his naked body. 

Just why… was this happening to him?

To be truthful, Axel knew precisely why this was happening to him. He wouldn't meet these rogues if he didn't take an interest in street racing. His life would be the same old normal if only he didn't, but it was already too late. He couldn't turn back time anymore, could he?

Now, here he was, beaten black and blue, and was being mentally tortured by walking in the middle of the road, naked. All the while, those guys were driving behind him slowly, mocking him and laughing at him. 

'My body hurts…' he whispered in his head as fog formed before his dry lips. '...somebody… help.'

Axel snapped his weary eyes ahead, not caring whether he was naked. All he was praying for tonight was for someone to get him out of this situation. His aching body was nothing compared to the mental torture he was going through right now. 

These rogues degraded him to the point he just wanted to end all of it. It didn't matter if another car would run over him, if that would end it. But at the back of his head, he knew that was impossible. This road was almost desolate and it would be a miracle if a car would take this road at this hour. Moreover, even if someone come, they would most likely just drive past him and mind their own business. They wouldn't risk their lives confronting these rogues for a stranger, right?

"Come on, pretty boy! We aren't even halfway to our destination!" he heard a mocking voice behind him. 

"Haha! Does he even know his destination?!" another one laughed. "Because I don't!"

"He's going to a place where he can dig his own grave."

"Hahaha!!" they laughed.

Axel's entire body froze upon hearing their conversation. However, his feet continuously moved forward while holding his breath. 

Was this the end for him?

The more he listened to their conversation, the more negative his thoughts were. He told himself to make a run for it, but he wasn't so stupid as not to think it was futile. He would never outrun a car, no matter how fast his adrenaline could lend him. 

'Help…'Axel's lips quivered, looking ahead with desperation and hope. '... somebody… please help.'

The mental torture Axel had to endure lasted for the next hour until he saw some light beam ahead. 

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[PRESENT TIME]

"Hey, tighten your stomach." 

Huh?

Before the man with an orange mohawk could process Heaven's remarks, a striking pain landed on his abdomen. His mouth instantly fell open as he felt his lungs constrict, dropping the phone to the ground. 

[ Come on, pretty boy! We aren't even halfway to our destination! ]

The sound from the phone continued even after landing on the ground, reaching Heaven's ears, forcing her to listen to their wicked conversations and disgusting waves of laughter. Heaven hissed as the man hunched in pain, eyes glinting with murderous intent.

"Oy!" another man — the one with a broken nose — snapped out of his trance, pointing at Heaven. "What that — now you've done it!"

The man stomped his way toward Heaven while the man with a mohawk held his stomach in pain. He stretched his arm, attempting to grab her and teach her a lesson this time. However, a step before reaching Heaven, he flinched upon meeting her glinting eyes. 

Her eyes seemed to shine in deep red, sending a solid dread down his spine. 

Evil. 

This woman was evil. That was the initial reaction of his brain, telling him to take a step back and run away. But it was too late. 

Before the man could listen to his brain's warning, Heaven reached out to him. She swiftly grabbed his arm, twisting it as she raised her foot, doing a roundhouse kick right straight to his jaw. The man felt his jaw snap. However, the next pain that struck his chest prevented him from losing consciousness. 

"Don't faint yet," was all he heard, looking up only to see a silhouette of the devil. "I need you to feel how I break every bone of your body."

As soon as those words rolled out of her tongue, she pulled down the man's arm to knee his chest to keep his heart pumping. But Heaven didn't let go; she didn't allow him to fall as she elbowed his chin up to keep him standing. 

"Oy!!!" the other guy gasped in shock, watching Heaven beat the other guy mercilessly. 

She kept holding on to the man while launching a continuous attack, but what was surprising the most was that she could carry this man's weight. The man couldn't even do anything other than receive all the powerful blows until he started spitting out blood. 

"This crazy bitch—" The other guy took a step, only to freeze when Heaven set her glinting eyes on him. 

"Haha…" Heaven let out a devious dry laugh, launching one last blow on the one she was holding.

"Ugh!" the man who got beaten by her felt another blow on his chest, hunching into the ground. He had coughed out blood and his every breath felt torture, as if his broken ribcage was piercing his lungs. However, what was even more surprising was he wouldn't lose consciousness.

How?

Why?

All the damages he received should be enough to make him pass out. However, he couldn't. Why? Was it because his brain was sending emergency alarms to all his nerves? Telling him losing consciousness was the end of it all? That he wouldn't wake up if he did?

The man crawled on the road, gasping for air no matter how torturous his every breath was. He didn't want to die, but the most dominant feeling that was keeping him conscious was… he wanted to run away. 

He wanted to flee from that woman's vicinity. 

'I… want to… help…'the man crawled on the ground, channeling all his strength to run away. '...somebody… help…'

Meanwhile, as the man Heaven beat deluded himself that he was crawling when, in fact, he didn't move an inch, Heaven stormed toward the other guy. The latter instinctively stepped back and turned on his heel, attempting to run away, but to no avail. 

The man fell on his face as a kick landed on his back. When Heaven held his shoulder and turned him around, the man felt this fear he had never felt before dominating his heart upon meeting her pair of murderous eyes. 

"No…" he could barely say a word before her fist landed on his right eye. 

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