My Youth Began With Him

Huo Mian glanced at the sky and found that it had darkened.

The streets in the evening here were not as lively as those in China since there were no night markets full of crowds.

Even Sydney was like this, not to mention a small town like Tasmania.

She had heard from the news that it wasn’t safe to walk around after dark in a foreign country, especially not in a zone full of black residents. (TL Note: China is very homogenous in terms of racial diversity (because it’s like 99% Chinese people), so there are a lot of racial stereotypes as not many of them get to interact with different cultures. This author is basing the story off of racial stereotypes and in no way represents our opinion. Please treat it as a fiction.)

Huo Mian was a stranger to the town and didn’t know which streets were safe.

After ending the call, she had walked into a small alley; now she berated herself for not choosing the main road or a street with more people.

But she couldn’t retrace her steps now and had to quicken her steps.

She walked swiftly, almost jogging…

But she felt the person behind her also quickened steps and the heavy footsteps told her that the follower was a guy.

Not daring to look back, she began to run…

Still, the follower grabbed her hair and pushed her against the wall.

Huo Mian turned her head and paled when she saw the guy was a black man of about 6 feet 2 inches.

She couldn’t see his age, but his eyes looked hungry like a predator.

“Woman, you can’t run away from me now,” the black guy said viciously in English.

“Who sent you?” Huo Mian looked at him and asked.

“Huh?” He looked puzzled at the question.

“Did Riley send you? Or someone else?” Huo Mian asked again.

“Who’s Riley? I don’t know him…”

The black guy didn’t look he was lying. Huo Mian suddenly realized that he was just a thug from the streets.

Thinking quickly, she took out a few bills. “If you want money, here you go. That’s all I have.”

“I don’t want it…”

Hearing his words, Huo Mian was struck by a sudden surge of fear.

Hungrily, the black man looked her up and down, asking, “Are you Korean?”

Huo Mian didn’t speak.

“Japanese?”

Huo Mian remained silent.

“Chinese? Are you from Singapore, Hong Kong, or Taiwan?” He seemed curious as to where Huo Mian came from.

Not knowing his intention of the questions, she didn’t answer.

“Forget it. If you don’t speak, I’ll do it now. Do you know how much I love Korean girl groups? Their figures are so tempting… I wonder how you Asians look so cute; you’re God’s perfect masterpieces. It seems that I finally get a chance to enjoy myself now…”

“Please don’t hurt me. Tell me what you want.” Huo Mian begged this black guy to let her go.

“You want me to let you go? No. It’s not every day that I can get someone like you. How can I let you go? After I’m done with you, I’ll bring you back to my pals because they also like Asian women. You’re as cute as a doll.” The black guy licked his lips as if he was about to taste her.

“Don’t do this to me. I’m three months pregnant. I have a baby in my belly. Don’t hurt us.”

Huo Mian thought any person with the least conscience wouldn’t hurt a pregnant woman, right?

But, she was mistaken.

Hearing that she was pregnant, the black guy looked excited. “Oh, my goodness! I’ve never tried pregnant women before. I’m sure it will be a thrilling experience.”