Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The young girl was visibly distressed. Her eyes were red as she nervously tugged at her skirt, trying to cover more of her skin. The creep whispered excitedly in her ear, "You little tease, wearing such revealing clothes to get attention. What, now you're pretending to be innocent?"

As he spoke, he deliberately brushed his arm against the girl's chest. She bit her lip and tried to dodge, her round eyes filled with fear and a plea for help.

Seeing this, I immediately stood up and shouted, "Hey, come sit here. I'll switch seats with you."

The old man was taken aback and squinted at me, sizing me up. "Oh, look at that, someone looking for trouble. Alright, you've got quite the chest too."

I stared intently at the old man, exhaled slowly, and walked over to the young girl. I gently touched her arm to reassure her. "Come sit here, it's okay."

The girl clung to my hand, her lips trembling with fear. I guessed she was worried something might happen to me. So, I whispered a few words in her ear. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she stopped resisting and let me guide her to my seat.

The old man watched this scene with interest but didn't interfere. I then sat down, forcefully pushing my legs out, instantly squeezing his sprawled legs into a cramped position.

The old man was startled by my action and licked his lips with excitement. "Alright, you're much more interesting than that little girl."

He then repeated his earlier trick, whispering in my ear, "You little whore, you did that just to get my attention. Oh, spreading your legs like that, you must be really eager."

I took a deep breath, feeling the blood rush to my head, my ears ringing. Two voices in my head argued loudly:

"Hold back! You'll regret it if you don't!"

"Teach him a lesson! Make him regret it!"

"Do it, do it, I can't take it anymore."

For the first time, my hallucinations were in complete agreement. I tried to steady my breathing, silently repeating to myself, "Stay calm, stay calm, don't make things worse."

I gripped my trembling hands tightly, glancing at the few stops left until the hospital. I struggled to control my breathing.

"Oh, your heavy breathing is really something... Ah..."

"Looks like you're not just a little whore, you're a loose woman."

He then pulled out his phone and shoved a video in my face. "Haha, check out this video. Are you getting excited?"

The moment the pornographic video was shoved in front of me, I heard a loud "ow." The old man flew half a meter away like a deflated balloon, propelled by my elbow strike.

Before he could react, I grabbed his head and slammed it hard onto the floor with a loud "bang." The old man screamed in pain.

I slowly started to laugh. "Old man, now it's your turn to be in the spotlight. Exciting, isn't it?"

The carriage fell silent. A few passengers who had been about to help me stopped in their tracks, their eyes shining as they surrounded the old man, blocking the exit.

The old man screamed in pain, "She's hitting me! She's a violent maniac! Call the police, get her arrested!"

I smiled slightly and delivered a punch to his ribs, making him cough violently, unable to speak. I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up, and asked sincerely, "Is it thrilling? I don't think it's enough. Isn't this supposed to be an action movie? We need more action, right?"

With that, I stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach. Then I grabbed his head and slapped his face repeatedly. "I asked you, is it thrilling?"

The old man, beaten and bruised, stammered, "Ex... exciting..."

I chuckled and squeezed his cheeks, whispering, "Don't worry, there's more to come."

I grabbed his hand and twisted it hard. "Ah!" His scream echoed through the carriage. "You like this, don't you? Is it fun? Enjoying it?"

The old man's face was a mix of blood and tears. He couldn't speak, only shaking his head vigorously.

"Not enjoying it? Not feeling good?" I shouted. "I've put in so much effort, and you dare say you're not enjoying it?!"

With that, I started beating him furiously. The old man screamed in pain, trying to protect his head with his hands.

"Enjoying it, enjoying it, please, let me go, let me go... I was wrong..."

By this time, I had completely lost it. Even the subway signs seemed to support me, "Three stops already! Keep going! Teach him a lesson!"

The handrails seemed to twist in encouragement, "Go Rosie! Go Rosie! You're still as strong as ever!"

"Make it ten stops, make him regret his actions!"

But, unfortunately, the signs sighed, and the handrails stopped twisting. Because after just five stops, the police arrived and stopped me.