Chapter 3

"Holy fuck!" then it says. His eyes widened as he stared at her chest.

Men and their business!

She said to herself in disgust. She quickly picked up the towel from the rack. Because the man was still distracted watching her as she wrapped the towel around her body, it was too late when he noticed what she was planning to do. She kicked him hard on his genitals causing him to writhe in pain.

"Oh, shit! You killed me!" its weak moan. He rubbed the injured part of his body and his eyes were full of accusation as he tearfully stared at her. It bowed in excruciating pain so their faces aligned. Their eyes met for a moment. Her furious hazel brown eyes met his incredulous dark green eyes as he cupped himself with a grimace telling her how much she hurt him.

It was then that she noticed something that had previously been overshadowed by fear and anger as it attempted to end her unprecedented race. The strange man is very handsome and very charming. This is the content of every woman's fantasy and dream and even those like Miguel.

The man was tall, blonde and heart-stopping gorgeous. He had a face that only the archangels were supposed to have—beautiful and terrifying in its strength and perfection. Stunning in its power and flawlessness. A face that could melt her heart. A perfect masterpiece that made by God.

Even if his eyebrows were thick and his lashes were fluffy, he didn't look like a woman because of the courage, determination, and danger reflected in his eyes. Its nose is pointed and has a shallow clift chin.

Nothing inside, her lips parted. Concerned that her saliva might drip on the taste of its perfect body, she quickly avoided looking at him. At one corner of her eyes, she saw it raise its hand holding the gun. Before he could get ahead of it, she raised her clasped hand again and because she was close to it and also probably because of the added strength of her anger at its exploitation as she stared at its beauty, the strange man fell to the floor.

The disbelief on the stranger's face registered as he stared at her. He did not seem to expect that attack. Maybe it was because he read the admiration and amazement that appeared on her face as she looked at him. He thought maybe he could handle it.

But no.

What does this man think of her? She knows nothing about martial arts? Just because he seems to be the inspiration of the person who first came up with the word handsome, she will lose her survival instinct? It would be nice if this stranger just chased after her for sex. But if her life depends on it, that's another matter.

The stranger man was strong because instead of losing consciousness as happened in the last taste of her level three uppercut, he moaned and just rubbed his aching jaw. The stranger looked as if he was still struggling with the pain between his thighs. The only good thing was that when he released the gun he was holding, she quickly picked it up and aimed it at the strangers face.

"Damn it!" the stranger stared at her sharply. "Tell me you know how to shoot that thing. Because if you don't, you'll just going to pissed me off even more!"

"Who are you!" she asked instead of noticing its cursing.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that. Who are you? And how the hell you got in here?" he asked angrily to her. The stranger man tried to stand holding its genitals.

"Don't move! I don't know how to use it! It's your fault when this gun suddenly explodes! " she said in panic. Her two hands were already holding the gun. It was as if every move made it heavier.

The man just stared at her and then continued to stand. The stranger man clenched his jaw so tight that she feared his teeth would break.

"I said—,"

Before she could finish threatening, the man lay down on the floor again. His repeated cursing soared into the air. So, that's why he is clenching his jaw tightly because he prevents himself from bursting with anger and pain. She saw how this stranger mans face turned pale as he frowned at the excruciating pain he felt.

"Fuck! Do you really have to knee me in the balls that hard? I think you've turned me into a eunuch!" he growled at her. It took a deep breath repeatedly. "I escape one crazy woman only to end up with an even crazier one!"

She suddenly felt guilty for his apparent suffering so she slowly lowered the gun she was holding. She also wanted to release it for fear that it might suddenly explode. She has no ambition to kill people, especially if he is as handsome as the man in front of her now. Just in case she might get karma because she will reduce the beautiful scenery of the world.

From the man's appearance it seemed that he could no longer fight against her. She knelt down next to it and laid the gun on her side. She hesitated to comfort him. She didn't know how to help it. It is unlikely that she will also caress the painful genitals of the stranger.

Pity the look of the man who just seemed to be twisting it in extreme pain. But maybe he wanted to still look macho in front of her, he just grinned and cursed softly. She had a hunch that if she wasn't just in front of him, he would have cried out in pain earlier.

"It's your fault. You startled me and pointed a gun at me. Who are you really? Be thankful and you are handsome. Otherwise, I have ended your happy days on earth," she said.

"Get me an ice pack from the freezer, will you?" He commands her.

"Okay, don't leave. Stay here for a while!" after that she ran out to pretend to obey his command. What is she, crazy? No matter how handsome and macho the man is, she will never give in. She still loves her life.

She was about to go down the stairs to call for help when she remembered she was just wearing a towel. Maybe instead of asking for help, he will be even more miserable along the way. She quickly went into her room and got dressed. In the man's appearance, he did not have the ability to stand so she did not worry that he would suddenly chase her.

If only her cellphone had a signal, she could have called the police station instead of going there on purpose. Even if she can call, she should not wait for the police to arrive. The police station is more than an hour away from where he is. During those moments the man could do a lot for her.

What misfortunes are happening to her? What is her sin and why does she feel punished?

She hurried down to the living room. She saw Lizzy lying on the sofa. "Lizzy! Come on! We need to get out of here! I don't want blondie to catch up with me. He might rape me over and over and then sell me in the white slavery ring!" she said as she get Lizzy from the sofa and ran her way out of the cabin.