♤Masked girl × Her Bully♡🔞

CHAPTER 38 : Ugly Face

Her thoughts spiraled deeper into the darkness as she stepped back, her body shaking. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't face him. All she wanted was for this nightmare to end, for him to disappear from her life forever. His love, his remorse, none of it mattered. All she wanted was to be free from him, to never feel his presence again.

She had been planning this for some time now. Every smile she had given him, every forced moment of intimacy-it was all a lie, a desperate strategy to survive.

All she wanted is to live .

just live .

just live .

She had never forgiven him, never stopped loathing him with every fiber of her being. Every time he touched her, every time he acted like he owned her, she had been silently plotting her escape.

The night they visited the doctor's apartment, she finally saw her chance. She had managed to steal the knife, slipping it into her pocket when no one was looking. That was the night her plan solidified. All she needed was the right moment, the perfect time when he would be most vulnerable. She had been patient, enduring his cruelty, biding her time. And now, standing on this rooftop, she saw her opportunity.

he looked weak .

fragile

pathetic .

what he always accused her of .

he looked exactly the same .

She had given him what he wanted, pretended to be the girl he could control, all while waiting for the moment when she could finally take her revenge.

Now, as he stood before her, asking for forgiveness and speaking of love, she felt her heart harden further. She hated him from the depths of her heart, loathed everything about him, and now-now, she would make sure he paid for every last bit of suffering he had inflicted upon her.

i hate him.

The knife had already done its job, lodged deep in his chest, but the words he spoke, his pleas for her to acknowledge his love, made her want to scream. How could he believe she would ever forgive him? How could he think that she could ever love him back after everything he had done?

When Katsuki hugged her from behind, her body got tensed, her heart racing. Hidden beneath the waistband of her skirt-the very skirt he had forced her to wear, a constant reminder that she belonged to him-was the knife.

He had chosen her clothes, told her what to wear and what not to wear, made it clear that her body, her appearance, her life were under his control.

For a moment, panic gripped her.

Did he feel the knife? Did he know?

Did she failed again?

The tension in her body was palpable, every muscle rigid, waiting for him to say something. But nothing came. He kept holding her, his strong arms wrapping around her as if nothing were wrong. She sighed in quiet relief, thinking she had escaped detection. He didn't know. He hadn't noticed. Her plan was still safe.

Today is the day i ll get my revenge .

But in reality, he did know.

The moment his arms had wrapped around her, Katsuki had felt the cold steel of the blade beneath her waistband. He had known what she was planning, could feel the weight of her intentions as clearly as the knife pressed against her skin. He knew what was coming, what she was waiting for. He could have stopped it-he had the strength to crush her plan, to take the knife from her and end this. But this time, he chose not to.