Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

As night fell, surrounding pedestrians grew sparser.

Blanca sat alone on a park bench, clutching at her purse. It was summer now, but the nights were still chilly.

From a bit of woodland behind her, some unknown animal made chitters. Blanca grew curious.

She’d always been bold, and since she was in a bad mood, she wasn’t afraid of anything.

She couldn’t help but walk over there. In the dark woods, with the night dim, an aura of faint horror lingered.

“Come here, missy… I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry…

“Oh, are you shy? Stop hiding… no one’s coming to save you at a time like this! …now let me have some fun!”

The sudden lecherous male voice put Blanca on instant guard. A girl seemed to be crying in there, and she went into a rage.

In broad daylight – well, okay, it was dark and gloomy right now, but that didn’t mean you could just do what you wanted to innocent women, did it?

Blanca tossed all her resentment from earlier in the day behind her as she took out the high heels from her back. She’d still been wearing them when she fled from the Empire Group Building in the afternoon, and it was clear how much of a scene she’d made when she ran.

Luckily, Blanca had been aware, and had left with her own bag, so she’d bought a pair of sneakers as soon as she was outside.

Right now, like an eel in muck, she slid close.

The moon dusted the pair before her with silver light. The offending man was a man in his thirties, in worn clothes, with unkempt shadows all around the lewd leer on his face as he approached the girl.

The girl in question didn’t look one whit past twenty. She was wearing ragged jeans and looked punkish.

Blanca’s lips twitched and her mind spun as she thought of what to do.

“Hey, don’t come over… I’ll die right here if you do!” The girl’s voice was clear and pleasant, like a lark.

The man showed his yellow teeth. “You’re a spicy one, aren’t you? I just so happen to like my food hot! Come here…”

The man pounced!

“AAAAAIIIEEE~~”

The girl shrieked so hard Blanca’s ears went numb. She gauged an opportunity and slammed the high heel on the back of the man’s head.

“Agh! Who the fuck hit me?!”

“Run for it!” Blanca tossed the high heel away, took the girl’s hand and started sprinting. She remembered that there was a busy little dining street to the right of the park. With more people there, the man couldn’t do anything.

The two women huffed as they ran, while the man’s curses came from behind. It didn’t take long before the girl lapsed, clutching her chest. “I – I can’t run any further…”

“Get the hell up.”

Blanca snarled, yanking the girl’s hand with her as she started dragging her off. This sort of place was too isolated. If that man had any accomplices, the headlines tomorrow were going to be of some delicate young girl getting jumped again.

Blanca had seen more than her fair share of such people growing up. There was no conception of kindness in them. No humanity.

She took the girl’s arm and jerked her to her feet. Then suddenly, there came a loud yell from behind. “Hey, what are you doing?! Stop right there!”From NôvelDrama.Org.