Pain, as if my body is about to fall apart.

In my daze, I heard a woman's terrified scream.

"No, please, don't, please let me go…" Her pleas were soon followed by the sound of rustling fabric being torn apart.

Slowly I opened my eyes, my vision slightly blurred. I saw on the nearby beach, a man was pinning a woman to the ground, seemingly about to commit sexual assault.

I rubbed my eyes for a clearer view and saw the man maliciously tearing at a flight attendant's uniform, while she struggled in despair.

He slapped her and sneered, "Don't fucking scream. The plane crashed. Everyone else is dead but us. Let's enjoy ourselves to the max before we die."

I quickly recognized the man as Manager Cheng from my company. Here's the backstory: I work as a security guard at a large corporation, where I won the opportunity to join a company trip during an annual event. Our company chartered an airplane just for us. All the flight attendants were absolutely stunning. One in particular caught my eye with her full form in uniform and long legs sheathed in black stockings. My body reacted uncontrollably.

Especially when she was checking the overhead luggage compartments with her back towards me, her perky rear so close to me, it was making me salivate. Subconsciously, I wanted to reach out and touch, but right then, the airplane started to shake dramatically, and I remember nothing more after.

I didn’t anticipate surviving the crash, let alone waking up to such a disgusting sight. So I rushed forward.

Manager Cheng was shirtless, lying on top of the flight attendant, whose clothes had already been ripped apart. She had black lace lingerie on. Her stockings were ripped beyond repair. She was frantically pushing against his chest with her hands.

It was the very same flight attendant who caught my heart on the airplane.

"Little security guard." Manager Cheng turned his head to smirk at me, as sarcastically as he usually was, "You're not dead? I thought I was the only one who made it."

"Please, save me." The flight attendant with tears running down her face pleaded for my help.

Manager Cheng was never a good man at the office. Now that he was abusing the woman who had caught my interest, my stomach was filled with rage. I scolded him, "Manager Cheng, let her go! We’re lucky to survive. Why are you treating her like this?"

"Mind your own business." He sat up and said in despair, "This is a deserted island. Before the plane crashed, we’d already deviated far off course. There’s no way out. Can't you see? Stop being such a hypocrite. I'll have my fun first. If you're interested, you can have a go after I'm done."

As I approached them, I intensified my tone: "I told you to let her go, didn't you hear me?"

"Let go of me...huhuhu." The stewardess tried to take advantage of the situation to get up, but Manager Cheng grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him. She stumbled and fell back onto the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I clenched my fist. This guy was always domineering at work, and he still acted supercilious even now. It looks like he needs a lesson.

I took two steps forward, glaring angrily, "Let her go or not, I'm asking you one last time."

Manager Cheng cursed, got up and grabbed his wrist, flexing his developed muscles: "Little security guard, don’t underestimate me. You want to play the hero here, are you kidding?"

I threw a punch at his face. He staggered back, and blood spurted from his nose.

He wiped his nose, then charged at me. I dodged narrowly, and when he leaned forward, I tripped him with a sweeping kick. He fell face-down into a bush, still spewing curses.

I stepped on his back with my foot, saying, “I forgot to tell you, I've been a soldier. Don't think a few days in the gym has made you bear arms."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, bro." He raised his hand in surrender.

After kicking him once more, I turned around to help the stewardess. She was still sitting on the ground dumbfounded, her skirt pushed up to her slender waist, nearly exposing her underwear.

I felt lucky. If I had woken up a moment later, she would have been in danger.

I extended my hand to her, and she tentatively took it. I pulled her up forcibly. She let out a sound and broke into tears, plunging into my arms.

This surprised me, but also left me at a loss. I knew she was clutching me out of fear, seeking a sense of security in this way. It seems to be a common behavior among women, but since we are complete strangers, this benefit came quite suddenly. Especially, the feel of her full chest pushed against mine gave me an involuntary physiological response. Although I had inappropriate thoughts on the plane, now that we were in a life or death situation, I didn't harbor any ill intentions.

Just as I decided to show her some humanitarian care, something hard hit the back of my head, numbing it.

"Bastard, take this!" Manager Cheng was holding a bloody stone, glaring at me venomously.

Just as I was about to fight back, he lashed out with a kick, and I fell to the ground. He began kicking me savagely, cursing, "You ruined my plan, you damned security guard."

"Stop hitting him!" a stewardess pleaded for mercy on my behalf.

The manager, Cheng, glared at her malevolently, "I don't just want to beat him, I want to kill him. Then, we can slowly relish the last moments before death."

Seizing the moment when his attention was diverted, I grabbed his foot, intending to pull him down, but I couldn't muster enough strength.

With a powerful jerk, he pulled his foot free. The balance of power shifted instantly. He hurled a stone directly at me, striking my chest, a surge of pain left me gasping and caused my chest to spasm.

"Death comes to all, better to give you a quick one," he said firmly, pressing down on me and choking me with both hands. I managed to land a punch on him, but it didn't seem to hurt him much. Instead, his grip on my neck tightened. My only option was to wrestle his arm away.

Just when I felt myself suffocating, he suddenly collapsed to the side, blood seeping from his hair.

The stewardess held a bloodied rock in her hand, her face pale with fright, and took heavy breaths. The manager, Cheng who had fallen on the sand, showed no signs of movement.