"Medora! What happened!" Helian Zheng cried out, leaping from his horse to gather her into his arms, "How…"
His voice stilled as his eyes fell upon the tail of Medora's dress and the ripped undergarments underneath her tattered leather robes, with the stink of blood and rot staining her clothes.
Helian Zheng's face fell.
"A-Ja!"
Medora quivered and trembled, and as Helian Zheng froze, she finally managed to scream.
"A-Ja…" She cried out in a hoarse, broken voice, the pitch full of misery, "If you want to kill me, then kill me, why do you hurt me, why…"
She struggled in weak fury, throwing herself at Helian Zheng, her nails scraping at his arms as she banged her head into his chest again and again, screaming all the while: "Just kill me just kill me kill me kill me…"
Helian Zheng never moved as he silently let her cut and hit him, blood soon covering his arms and dripping down into the grass, his fierce gaze warning his guards away.