Annabelle Linton was walking when a woman's cry for help suddenly echoed from a small alley up ahead.
Annabelle Linton stopped in her tracks, her gaze turning cold as she headed toward the alley.
The closer she got, the louder the cries became.
"Help, help me..."
"Hahaha, little lady. The more you struggle, the more I want to have my way with you. Go on and scream! You can scream your lungs out, but no one's coming to save you here!"
"Ah! My clothes! Please, let me go..." the woman cried out in despair.
Hearing this, Annabelle Linton quickened her pace, her high heels clicking faster. After a few running steps, she saw it around the corner: a man pinning a woman down, ripping at her clothes.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "Stop it!" Annabelle Linton commanded.
Hearing a voice, the assailant stopped and turned to look at Annabelle Linton.
