From the sickening tone of Mang’s excitement and Mang’s sickly motions with the killing depth of this fugitive dark night, Mei got the idea she was a hostage, a prey, and Mang was going to make her one. For an instant, she was in the utmost need of the light.
Whatever immediate move she made, however, was too late. Mang’s sudden lifting of the cover made her jump; his faster attack by pressing hard on her, legs upon legs, arms upon arms, face upon face, terribly panicked her. As she vainly struggled, he pulled the cover over their heads and rudely inserted a corner to her mouth. He then plugged it with the top of his head, half broke half undid the buttons of her night gown with his anxious fi ngers, pulled down her trousers along with her pants, and rubbed her savagely.