A girl Y/N who lost her mother after birth, her father got married to another women who never think of Y/N as her daughter, she hit her called her useless, but Y/N's grandmother raise her but she died when Y/N was a child...
She gets young as a simp...
I add some pictures that maybe the story will seem more interesting to read with pictures😬
♦️Warning: Violence,Assault Bullying,rape.
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Y/N stood still, heart pounding in her chest as she faced the five girls and four boys, including Yeon-joon. Trapped. She felt utterly trapped, but she had to protect herself. She had to protect her baby. She wouldn’t let fear consume her. Not now.
Summoning every ounce of courage, she stood tall, staring Ha-ri straight in the eye with defiance. "Don’t look at me like that" Ha-ri sneered, her voice laced with dark amusement. "You know what I can do." Her chuckle was cold, slicing through the tense air like a blade.
"Let me go" Y/N said, her voice steady as she moved toward the door. But before she could escape, Ha-ri’s hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her back. Y/N’s heart raced, but she kept her face blank, refusing to show the fear clawing at her insides.
"I think you want me to show you my style" Ha-ri hissed, gripping her wrist tighter.
"Let’s go grab something to eat" one of Yeon-joon’s friends drawled lazily. "Let these ladies handle their business." The boys filed out, leaving the girls alone in the room.
Y/N twisted her wrist, trying to free herself, but Ha-ri’s grip was relentless. Pain shot through her arm, and when she could no longer bear it, Y/N’s hand lashed out, slapping Ha-ri hard across the cheek. The sharp crack echoed in the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Ha-ri’s eyes blazed with fury. Without warning, she shoved Y/N, but Y/N caught herself on the desk, her hand instinctively cradling her stomach, Her baby. She couldn’t fall not now, not ever. She took a deep, shaky breath, ensuring the baby was safe.
Ha-ri stalked toward her, fists clenched. She grabbed Y/N by the hair, yanking hard enough to make her cry out in pain. "Give me the roller" Ha-ri ordered coldly. One of the girls plugged the hair roller into the switch, watching as it heated up.
Y/N’s eyes widened with terror. "You…you slapped me" Ha-ri hissed, her teeth gritted in rage. "Now see what I’ll do to you."
The girl handed the hot roller to Ha-ri. Two others seized Y/N’s arms, holding her still. She thrashed and struggled like a trapped animal, but their grip was too strong.
Ha-ri pressed the scorching roller against Y/N’s wrist, the searing pain making her scream. "STOP!" Y/N’s voice broke, raw with agony, but Ha-ri just laughed, a cruel, heartless sound.
She pressed the roller against Y/N’s other wrist, then her arm, then her thighs. Each touch burned like fire, and Y/N’s body writhed in agony. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs wracking her fragile frame.
Just then, Yeon-joon and his friends returned. Yeon-joon’s gaze fell on the scene before him Ha-ri with the roller in hand, Y/N trembling, her skin red and blistered. His jaw clenched, and his fists curled in fury.
