Warning: There is some sexual assault content in this chapter. Please read with caution. Thank you, I love you and stay safe, xx.

Chapter 23:
The Truth 2

"Where's Anton?!" Majorie shouted loudly, with her pale face drenched in tears. The man before him only grinned slightly before walking over to Majorie. The man grasped Majorie's face before forcefully kissed the woman who was trying to escape as best she could.

Majorie's right palm flew to the man's cheek, turning the man's head away from his face. Majorie stepped back and her back touched the wall of the room where she was held for several days. The woman's breath was panting. The man seemed silent, clutching his flushed cheeks before glaring at Majorie, with an angry gaze.

"You! How dare you slap me?!"

The man stepped forward, he approached Majorie and Majorie closed her eyes. The man's burly hands landed with a thud on Majorie's smooth wet cheeks. Not only that, because of the hard slap, Majorie's body swayed to the right. Her cheeks, which were white as cotton, now looked red. Majorie held her cheek, her lips quivering. The man roughly grabs Majorie's hand and pulls her roughly. Again, he grabbed Majorie's face roughly and kissed the woman who was desperately trying to resist.

When the man tries to open Majorie's mouth to stick his tongue, Majorie seizes the opportunity to fight back. Majorie opened her mouth and as the man's tongue pressed into hers, Majorie bit his tongue, causing him to scream quite loudly.

"Argh, damn it!"

Next, the man grabbed Majorie's browm hair roughly and now, it was Majorie's turn to scream out loud. Tears flowed profusely from the woman's eyes.

"Oliver. . ."

Harry gasped at all the events that seemed so real. Harry's breath hitched, the young man stared at the beautiful girl in front of him with a frantic gaze. The young man shook his head and dragged himself back, until his back touched the wall behind him. His eyes were still staring at the girl with a gaze that was difficult to interpret.

"Babe. . . what are. . . what are you. . . trying to show me?" Harry asked haltingly.

The beautiful girl smiled, before walking and stopped to stand across from Harry. Her hand touched Harry's cheek gently, wiping the sweat that covered the boy's face.

"I want to show you everything, so that you can understand everything. I know you must be confused. Who am I? What's my purpose here? What am I? " The girl's hand stopped wiping the sweat on Harry's face. Their eyes met and Harry was stunned by what he was staring at at this moment.

A moment later, the setting changed again.

The woman looked very frail. There was more light in her eyes. She let him kiss every corner of her face until finally, he wanted something more. The man's kiss went down her neck and his hands began to grab the back zipper of Majorie's dress and wanted to put it down, but in fact, the woman was fighting back again. Majorie kicked the man in the groin and made the man scream in pain.

"You! Damn it! Can't you just shut up and go with my game?! " The man was really angry. He pushed Majorie roughly onto the bed and immediately crushed her. The man moved fast. His hand immediately felt Majorie's body who kept screaming. The new man wanted to kiss her again when Majorie spat in the man's face and made him really angry.

What happened next was something a normal, hearted man would never do. "You. . . bastard, Wracks."

The man slapped Majorie's cheek so hard repeatedly, that fresh blood flowed from the corners of Majorie's lips and nose. Majorie is already at her bare minimum. She was unable to do anything when the man started stripping and raping her heartlessly. After being satisfied with everything, the man picked up Majorie's already limp body and put her body into a cupboard. The man locked the cupboard tightly before leaving without feeling sorry or any remorse for Majorie.

Harry's vision returned to the real world and again, Harry was confused by what he was seeing at this moment. His babe. . . That hair. . . Faded. The blonde color seemed to have worn off and was replaced by a brown one. And it's very similar to. . . Majorie Swift.

"Babe, what the heck. . . you. . . what. . ."

The girl smiled. "Harry. . . My name is Marjorie Swift, after marrying my dead love, Oliver Swift." Harry was taken aback. "I knew Oliver on a humanitarian mission in Central America. He was shot by local people for whatever reason and I treated him. After that, fate brought us together. We got married in my hometown, Nashville and have a child which I named Anton Swift. "

The girl's happy smile suddenly disappeared, which was replaced by a sad smile. She continued, "In my entire life, I've only met my son, Anton, before the bad guy named Bill Wracks destroyed everything. It started with the news about the death of my husband, Oliver in Japan." The girl was silent before continuing. "The information about Oliver's death spreaded a few days after I gave birth to Anton. My happy feelings disappeared instantly. Replaced by endless of sadness. Oliver. . . he's my dead lover. "

Harry could see the smile of sincerity on her lips at the mention of Oliver's name. "Bill took Anton away from me. Initially, he said that Anton would be treated by his brother temporarily, until I could accept the fact that Oliver had left. But his kindness to me, turned into a nightmare. " She bit her trembling lower lip.

For some reason, Harry moved his hand, grasping Babe's hand gently, trying to calm the girl who immediately thanked him. "Bill said he liked me, long ago, but Oliver took me from him. I don't understand what he's saying. He forced me to satisfy his lust. I refused, for God's sake, I didn't want to be touched by a bastard like him. But you know, he's a man, especially a soldier who is undergoing special martial arts training whereas I'm just a weak woman who can't do anything. My strength will not be equal to him. I won't be able to fight, even if I put up the best of resistance. "

Harry could catch the look on the girl's face, which had always been cheerful, turned into a gloomy and sad one and Harry hated to see that kind of look especially on a beautiful face like hers.

"The climax is when I really put up an all-out fight against him. He slapped me, beated me so badly that I couldn't count my own heartbeats. My body hurts, it hurts a lot. I can't move, at all. "

She closed her eyes. "He raped me roughly, without mercy. I don't know what's in his head. After raping me, he locked me in a closet that was very low on oxygen for two days. It seems my life is very late at that time. I also don't understand why I'm still holding on. " The girl said and Harry was very sure this time. Her irises were no longer blue. . . it was now a very bright shade of blue.

"I was unable to move, my body is completely lifeless. He put me to sleep in a chest, I don't know where he got that chest. After putting me to sleep in the chest, what he did next was something very inhuman." The girl lowered her head. "He doused me with two barrels of liquid I don't know what. But what is clear, my body is stiff after being exposed to the liquid. All my nerves seemed to die. I can't move. I was really dead. "

The girl smiled sadly. "He made my body like a mannequin. No, he really did make me a mannequin. "

Harry's emotions had reached a peak at her story.