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Yulia's initial impression of me was that I was a bewitching femme fatale, and she was ready to teach me a lesson. Her mother had always taught her that a woman should be loyal to her first man. Charles abandoned her, leaving her in pain and despair, yet she still believed that only she could take care of Charles.
She came to the bar I often frequented. This was a place she had never stepped into before. She felt lost and amazed. She saw a man beating a woman, and she was so frightened that she almost screamed. She wanted to call the police, but someone nearby stopped her, saying that such things were common. She felt helpless.
She noticed a man holding a knife, glaring at the bartender as if he were about to stab him at any moment. She was terrified. She thought this place was too unsafe. She thought she had to leave. But she couldn't leave. She wanted to teach me a lesson.
Suppressing her discomfort, she stayed in the bar. She sat at the edge of the counter and asked the bartender when I would arrive. The bartender glanced at her and said, "Are you Shirley's friend?"
"No," she replied coldly, "I am her... sister."
The bartender looked at her with suspicion. She felt a bit nervous, afraid of being exposed. But the bartender said nothing more and simply informed her that I wouldn't be coming tonight.
She felt somewhat disappointed. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Can you sell me a drink?"
The bartender nodded, "Of course." He then asked what she would like to drink.
She glanced at the drink menu and pointed to a beautifully colored cocktail, "What is this called?"
"Florida," the bartender replied.
"Does this suit me?" she asked.
"This is for girls who don't know how to drink," the bartender said.
"Then..." she hesitated for a moment, "I'll have this one."
The bartender began mixing the drink. She watched his hands; they were long and nimble. She thought his hands must be very skillful. She imagined he must be good at many things.
She thought, who is he?
She thought, what is his name?
She thought, does he have a girlfriend?
She thought, he...
Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm.
She was startled and turned to see a rough-looking man.
"Beautiful lady, you look very pretty," the man smirked.
She frowned and disgustedly shook him off, "Let go of me!"
Not only did the man not let go, but he also tightened his grip, "Beautiful lady, come have a drink with me."
She struggled hard, "Let go of me!"
The man laughed lewdly, "Beautiful lady, I have plenty of money."
She looked at him in terror, "If you don't let go, I'll call the police!"
The man scoffed, "Call the police? Do you know who I am?"
She trembled and asked, "Who are you?"
"Go ask the people on this street," the man said proudly, "Who would dare to mess with me?"
She felt scared.
She wanted to run away.
But she couldn't escape.
The man dragged her along.
She struggled desperately.
But her strength was too small.
She was pushed into a private room.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, with men and women mingling together in a haze.
She covered her nose and wanted to leave.
But the man held her down.
He handed her a glass of alcohol, "Drink this."
She refused, "I won't drink."
The man squinted his eyes, "Not drinking?"
Gathering her courage, she said, "I... I'll pay you if you let me go."
The man chuckled, "How much will you pay?"
"One thousand," she said.
The man's eyes lit up.
She quickly took out her wallet, counted ten bills, and handed them to him.
He took the money and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
She sighed in relief and stood up to leave.
But the man pulled her back.
Angrily she said, "I've already given you the money!"
The man smirked, "Did I agree to let you go?"
She stared at him, "Are you having second thoughts?"
The man chuckled, "I only said you pay, and I'll let you go. But I never said I would actually let you go."
She was taken aback.
She didn't expect him to be so unreasonable.
Furious, she shouted, "You liar!"
The man laughed heartily, "I am a liar. So what?"
She trembled with anger, "You... you..."
The man pulled her close, "Beautiful, don't waste your money; stay and have some fun."
She struggled desperately, "Let me go! Let me go!"
The man grew impatient and slapped her across the face.
She was stunned by the blow.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her onto his lap.
She screamed.
The man covered her mouth and threatened, "If you scream again, I'll kill you!"
Terrified, she began to cry.
The man pressed his alcohol-laden lips against her neck.
She felt like she was going to vomit.
She struggled with all her might, but he held her too tightly; she couldn't break free.
Despair washed over her.
She regretted it.
She shouldn't have come.
She shouldn't have angered Charles.
She shouldn't have...
Suddenly, the man let out a painful scream and released her.
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