Chapter 156 The bald man was closing in, his every step heavy and menacing. Elysia stumbled backward, her footing lost, and she crashed to the ground with a thud. Seizing the opportunity, the bald man pounced on her, pinning her down with his weight. Up close, the proximity seemed to trigger something primal within him. He shuddered with a feral intensity, his predatory gaze fixed on Elysia’s neck as he began to gnaw at her. “Damn, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m about to burst!” he growled, inhaling deeply as if intoxicated by her scent. “This gal is something elscl Roughly, he yanked at the hem of Elysia’s blouse, his hand snaking under her clothes with a crude urgency. Elysia’s grip on his wrist was ironclad, her teeth clenched so tight they seemed to creak with the strain. This moment was achingly familiar. Six years ago, at the airport, she had endured a similar violation. As the memories flooded back, Elysia trembled uncontrollably. Back then, she had been pinned down just like this, her pleas for mercy ignored as he had his way with her. Back then, he had thrust into her so forcefully that pain had knocked her unconscious. She had lain there, tormented into repeated blackouts, feeling as if her very bones were being crushed. Back then, she had lost her innocence and been branded with names like tramp and harlot. Her life had spiraled down into the abyss, forcing her to flee her hometown. She had endured the hardship of washing dishes while carrying a child, all for the sake of a meager living… She had never harmed anyone, never committed any atrocity. All she wanted upon her return was to live a decent life with her children. Was that too much to ask? What sins had Elysia committed to deserve such a wretched existence? “Damn it, she’s strong for her size! You two, hold down her arms. Let’s get her out of these clothes and see just how ‘beautiful‘ this body really is,” the bald man cursed as he struggled with Elysia. At his command, his cronies moved in to pry at her arms, hands already reaching for her collar. Elysia’s eyes blazed red with rage, her appearance morphing into that of a bloodthirsty she–devil. “You’re forcing me! This is all on you!” she roared. The men were taken aback, but before they could react, the bald man’s eyes bulged, his hands clutching at his throat. “You… you…” His words were cut off by terror as he stared at Elysia, collapsing lifelessly on top The others were in shock. “Boss! What’s happening?” of her. Elysia shoved the man off her and was about to fight back when a cold snort came from behind. “What the hell is going on here?” The men turned at the sound, and upon seeing the newcomer, they instantly got to their feet. “And who the hell are you?” one asked. Tarquin ignored them, his gaze locked on Elysia lying disheveled on the ground, a surge of fury rising within him like a stormy sea. His lips pressed into a thin line, his face dark with anger, his fists clenched as he moved toward Elysia. The men furrowed their brows in confusion. “Are you one of Ms. Sutton’s boys?” Tarquin remained silent, his expression frosty, an aura of chilling menace emanating from him. Sensing a hostile presence, one of the men called out, “He’s here to mess things un boys. Let’s take him!” The two closest men lunged at Tarquin, only to have their wrists caught in an iron grip, and with a sickening snap, their bones broke. The men were stunned for a second before they screamed in unison, “Aaah, aaah, aaah-” The others paused, then charged in unison. And then there was a chorus of cracks and thuds, followed by screams echoing through the abandoned building.