Chapter 8: In the Floor Underground

While trying to push Hank away, I held back my revulsion and said gently, "Wait. Not before I take a shower."

However, Hank was completely led on by his lust for me as he stared at my body without blinking.

"Stop it. I haven't taken a shower." I pushed away and resisted him hard.

"That's okay. Neither did I. Oh, you are so beautiful, Liana. I really want to f*ck you. You, be a lamb tonight and I will treat you very well. Come on! Let's do it!" Hank tried to turn me on but it only turned my stomach.

What the hell could I do to get away from this disgusting guy?

I shouted inside my head, Moon Goddess, please help me! Please set me free from this!

I noticed the white spray on the side table. It was the self-defense spray that Edmond gave me.

I had to get my face closer to his disgusting face to please him. Then I said sweetly, "Hey, Hank, listen to me. I've been walking out there for the whole day. I was really thirsty and drank a lot of water. I should go and at least relieve myself. Otherwise… what if I make this embarrassing later?"

I felt sick hearing myself. However, Hank liked it very much. He finally let go of me so that I could reach the spray.

I secretly held the spray in my hand and very quickly sprayed myself on the way to the bathroom when he wasn't looking at me. When I returned, I immediately put on a gentle look as he turned his head to me.

I walked to him and he dragged me over pretty quickly. I was made to sit on his lap. He pulled me close to sniff and even lick my neck. I felt really nervous. Would Edmond's spray work? Why was Hank still touching me?

Suddenly, Hank let go of me and went to the bed alone. Then he took his clothes off.

Soon, he lay naked on the bed.

I saw his rolls of fat, which seemed really slick. He seemed to be slicker than me. I did not want to see his penis. If I did, I might just throw up.

He stuck out his tongue and started licking. From time to time, he sucked and made disgusting noises.

How disgusting the scene was!

Then what happened proved that I knew too little about this. He began to move his body. I saw his shoulders rise and fall, and he kept saying perverted words.

"Liana, oh, Liana, you're too wonderful. I've never had anyone that felt this good before. It's so incredible. I know you're feeling the same!"

His movements suddenly became more violent. The originally sturdy wooden bed started shaking because of his weight and strength, making clanging sounds like the thunder of an explosion when disaster struck.

It didn't take long for him to stop. He closed his eyes and craned his neck. He looked like he was enjoying it immensely. He even made some ah-ah-ah sounds.

I heard the sound of liquid. I quickly looked at the sheet under him. Sure enough, the sheet was wet. There was some sticky liquid on it. I couldn't help but retch.

I thought that Hank would stop, but he lay down flat again and began to push up against his waist. Although he was fat and inflexible, he still looked like he was enjoying it.

It was too disgusting!

I couldn't stand this scene, but I didn't dare to move. I was afraid that if I moved, I would alarm Hank. I was afraid that he would do such things to me! I would rather die!

I could only squat in front of the bed alone and helplessly witness Hank's shameless actions.

I listened to the wind outside the window and tried to block out Hank's disgusting words. I felt like I was going crazy from this situation!

Finally, Hank stopped. He put on his clothes and kissed the bed before he left.

I gulped hard, finally daring to make a sound, but the smell in the air made me feel very sick.

I raced to the living room. Thankfully, there was a couch to get me through the extremely unpleasant and horrible night.

I moved closer to the sofa and suddenly tripped. Something was sticking up. Was it the floor? How could there be a broken floor in a place as luxurious as Nightsong?

I lowered my body and tapped the floor with my hand, then pressed my head close to the floor.

The knocking sound on the floor was abnormal. I realized then that the floor was hollow underneath!

I was excited to discover this hollow floor, but at the same time I was afraid. In the end, curiosity overcame my fear. It took a lot of effort for me to move the sofa away and get that floor. But, once I did, it was easy to move. I didn't even have to use any tools.

There was a set of stairs. I could tell that they hadn't been used for a long time as a layer of mold rested on the top.

I stepped onto the stairs and descended into the underground space with a flashlight. I held my nose against the awful smell inside as it became stronger and more pungent. Other than the moldy and rotten smell of the walls, there was also a smell of blood.

I continued forward and found a light switch at the bottom of the stairs. The dim light showed me the view of the underground space. There were a few operating tables placed inside. Under the light, they appeared cold like tombs. There were blotchy patches of blood stains on them. They had already formed into dark red blood clots and were firmly attached to the operating tables.

Operating table?

Was this a hospital? Why did they build a hospital beneath the living room? What was Hank up to?

I looked around the entire underground space. On the table in the middle lay a notebook, its leather cover slightly worn.

Open it… Open it… Open it!

This was the only thought on my mind. I touched the notebook. I didn't know if it was my intuition or my premonition telling me that I had to open it.

Pit-a-pat. Footsteps suddenly sounded. Someone was outside! Was it Hank? If he saw me in this underground space, I was dead!

I hurried outward. The footsteps were getting closer, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I had to be faster.

I was about to step out of this basement, but the moldy steps were so slippery that I tripped.

I held the notebook tightly in my hand and hid it behind me. If Hank came, how could I face him?

Desperate and helpless, I lowered my head in frustration, but tried my best to remain calm.

"What happened?" It was a familiar voice.

Well. It was Edmond!

I breathed a sigh of relief. Edmond always gave me a sense of security.

"I found a secret room down there. I think it's a hospital. Do you want to take a look?" I was suddenly excited.

I stood up, but I felt a sharp pain in my knee. It was badly bruised.

"Take a look at yourself first, silly girl. What happened?" Edmond supported me and blew at my knee.

He took out a first-aid kit, dipped a cotton swab into the medicine, and applied it to my wound bit by bit. I saw his long eyelashes tremble slightly because he was focused on my wound. He was careful, as if he was protecting a treasure.

"Too bad I'm not good at healing. Otherwise this will help you feel better." His voice was so gentle, like a spring breeze blowing through my heart.

I couldn't help but be a little touched, "Thank you, you did well anyway. I like it."

"Like what? My techniques? Or me?" Edmund wouldn't leave me alone.

Did he have to get any opportunity to have me praise him?

"I like a very effective first aid technique!" I didn't hesitate to answer him - not to let this guy get the better of me!

"Is that so?" Edmond whispered. His face kept moving closer to mine, two inches, one inch… the tips of our noses almost on the verge of touching.

I had closed my eyes in anticipation of our lips touching.