"Why!? Why did you do it Yn!?" He asked, his voice shaking all his heart said Yn isn't that kind of a person but the truth infront of his eyes was way too clear.
"Gosh! Jungkook you are too innocent for this world. You think someone me would love y...
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I awoke feeling utterly worn out, jolted by a loud bang on the door. My entire body was in agony.
Staring at the ceiling, I recalled the horrors of the previous night, wishing it had just been a nightmare. Unfortunately, it was all too real.
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to move, every part of me feeling broken, both physically and emotionally. I was completely exposed, with no cover whatsoever.
I didn't know why I had hoped he might at least have the decency to cover me after everything he did. He shattered my life for the sake of his mother-ruining my business, my hard work, my self-respect, my happiness, and ultimately, my virginity. He had claimed everything within my very soul.
Here I was, unable to defend my father's legacy or visit his grave. I felt like a lifeless shell, questioning what there was to live for.
Nothing.
The trauma from the last night haunted me. My defeated sobs echoed in the room, mingled with his noises of pleasure during the assault.
Suddenly, I heard commotion outside, a reminder that there were people nearby. Panic surged through me; I couldn't bear the thought of being seen, naked and bruised. I fought back my tears and took a deep breath.
Summoning all my strength, I attempted to rise, but pain shot through me at every movement. Tears fell as I struggled to sit up. I slowly placed my feet on the floor, trying to stand, but I fell hard, yelping in agony.
Weak and hopeless, I balled my fist in determination not to succumb. Using my hands for support, I struggled to lift myself up.
Just when I thought I was steady, the pain pulled me back down, and I cried out. It was in that moment I realized how trembly I truly was.
My legs felt cold and shook uncontrollably. I could barely walk, limping toward the bathroom.
I opened the door and shuffled to the bathtub, barely able to support my own weight.
Turning on the faucet, I sank into the warm water, my gaze drifting to the large mirror beside me. The sight made me tear up.
I felt sorry for myself; my skin was marred with bright red and purple marks that revealed the brutal abuse I had suffered.
The dark bruises showed where he had bitten me, and the scars across my pallid skin stood as painful reminders of the torment I had endured.
I felt light-headed and ready to collapse. Though the hot water somewhat eased my pain, it didn't make it disappear. I was growing numb as my vision blurred.
Soon, I lost consciousness...
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