The Devil's Advocate

Chapter ten: A drunken touch for two broken hearts

Minji

I watched as her hand shakily headed to my pants but I grabbed her wrist softly. Guiding her hand to my abdomen, her palm once more at the exact spot it was before.

"Touch me." I murmured as I looked at her with completely drunken eyes. She still didn't seem to understand what I was requesting for her to do. I smiled slightly at her, my drunken state was completely see through.

I looked down and took hold of one of her fingers, making it trace a smaller scar. "Feel every single one of them." I said as I let her hand go. Her finger traced down the scar, forming to her palm once more as she glided her palm over a stab scar.

I closed my eyes as I let the warmth of her palm sear through my skin. I was too drunk for the alarms to set off again, I was too out of it to care that I was allowing this.

I wanted it, I needed that soft touch against me again. I looked down at her, noticing a slight scar at the hollow of her cheek, I reached out to stroke it with my thumb. Her face against my palm. "Story?" I asked as I gently kept stroking the scar.

"My father had a ring on when he slapped me with the back of his hand. Left that scar for life." She said with an awkward tone. I reached for her hand again, letting her palm meet another stab wound that was by my ribs.

It was only fair if I shared too.

"My father forced me to fight with my own friend, not knowing that he would stab me and try to end my life because my father ordered it to be that way." I said with a hum. She looked up at me surprised.

"I know more than you think, I wasn't born this twisted way, Hanni." I said as I reached out press at a scar by her shoulder. "Coordinated with some other scars because I was tied like a pig for the men's pleasuring view." She said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

Hanni sat down on the bed as her hand still traced over the scars her eyes could see. "My father made me make his friends fantasies come true. Being tied like a pig was one of them." I leaned in briefly to press a soft kiss right where the scar was.

Her hand crossed over the whip scar again, she looked up at me waiting for me to say the story behind it. "I was ten, my father had came into my room with a whip in his hands, it was the first time he'd use one on me. I was mourning my mother's death after he killed her, and it was a way for him to strengthen my emotions up. He hit me repeatedly until my skin broke. The same way my heart did." I said and her eyebrows furrowed.

"That's so inhumane. You were just a baby." She whispered as she traced over the scar, leaning in to press soft kisses. I looked down at her, she cared. Even after everything I did. She still saw the fault in my flaw.

She was seeing right through me, she was understanding my cause.

She pulled away and grabbed my hand, lifting her shirt slightly. Placing my palm against the start of her burn scar that rattled my thoughts. I looked at her as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again, her eyes searing through my own. I finally saw those waves of emotion again.

"When I tried to stop him from...touching me...he got upset and grabbed my hair curler, turned it on and well...placed it against my skin, burned me until he thought it was enough. I was in pain and he took advantage of it, raping me over and over again." Tears were coating her eyes, my fingers stroked the scar softly.

"He was a monster." I whispered and she gave me a nod. "He was worse than that." She said and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She truly didn't deserve any of it. She's a kind soul.

I grabbed her hand, and let it roam underneath my dress shirt, her palm feeling the bumps on my back. Her eyes widened as I grabbed her by the hips and flushed her against me.

"My father forced my innocence to be taken away, he watched and whipped me every time I tried to get that woman off me. The pain on my back was nothing compared to what that woman was doing to me. And it wouldn't be the only time, my father sold my body to older women for years without end." I said and she looked at me as if I was telling her some sick joke.

"Your father was worse." She said and I let out a sigh as I let my hand cup her face, bringing her impossibly closer to me. Her soft scent invaded my senses, the soft touches on my back made me feel so fragile, and maybe I was.

"You know I'm going to hurt you again tomorrow, I'm going to act like this never happened as I'll forget." I said and she looked up at me with the softest eyes I've ever seen. "I know, and it's okay." Was all she said as she tried to pull away from me but I held her tighter than before.

My eyes pleading for something that I'll never beg for out loud.

I leaned in to kiss her cheek, jaw, lips, forehead, and temple. My arms wrapped around her as I feared letting her go. I was too broken right now to ever want to let her warmth go.

"Having you like this reminds me of all those moments with my mother, she was...my peace." I said and Hanni wrapped another arm around me, holding me.

"You miss her, don't you?" I nodded as I hid my face in the crook of her neck. "So much, more than I'll ever admit." I said and she hummed softly, I felt as her hands grabbed my dress shirt and pulled it down my arms, and I let her. As I kept taking in her soft scent that made me feel what heaven was like.

A heaven I don't deserve.

Hanni gasped as she placed her hands on my scarred arms. "Self harm, the only outlet I found as I couldn't be free." I said and she looked up at me. Our lips mere inches apart. "How many more scars mark your skin?" She asked and my hands shot down to unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning my trousers and pulled them down along with my boxers. My soft cock sprung out as Hanni's eyes widened as she looked at my pelvis that was filled with scars, my hips with whip scars. Deep scars at my thighs.

My whole body was scarred.

"Oh, god. I'm not even going to ask." She said. And if I were honest, Hanni was acting too caring for me. I don't deserve for her to be touching my skin so softly. Nor for her to try and understand me.

Hanni felt at my pelvis, but I grabbed her wrist and made her palm glide up. "I don't want to get the wrong idea, I don't want to hurt you." I said as placed her hand at my chest. She looked at me with eyes that tried to figure something out.

With my other hand I pulled my boxers and pants up, not nothing to button them up as I just wanted to feel Hanni more. I just knew that in a drunken state, I'll go looking for Hanni.

I placed my forehead on the side of her head. My lips whispering against her ears. "I'm sorry for hurting you the way I have, I don't know any better." I said as I pulled away and she looked at me once more. Her eyes were doe as she looked at me.

"I wish I could let you go, but I can't. Even if it's for my selfish reason of you being the mother of my kids. Or the selfish reason of keeping an outlet with me. Or maybe it's because I don't want to be alone anymore, six wife's but none of them felt like you." I said as I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

I'd hate to forget these moments, but it's for the best.

"I can't care for you, I can't be weak. I can't let you in." Her eyes softened as she held my face. "But I can promise you nights like this, I'll always forget what happened the morning after so take advantage of me while I give you a part of me no one has seen before." I said. Her eyes looked at me in pure confusion.

"This—I don't know what this is. I've never felt so vulnerable. I've never sought to be held. Maybe it's because we're so alike and I know you'll understand me. I don't mean to be so harsh with you, I don't mean to treat you so bad. But I truly don't know any better." I said but she placed a single finger above my lips to shush me.

She smiled at me before speaking so softly.

"We're both broken, and that'll keep us tied."

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