UNLOVED WIFE

68. ESCAPE

Dear Readers,

I was scrolling through the comment section and saw that one reader accused me of trying to corrupt teenagers' minds by normalizing Rape. Actually, the story hasn’t ended yet, so don't say I’m glorifying rape.

I hate this thing RAPE just as much as a human should. I know it's a sensitive matter that society doesn’t talk about much until something horrible happens.

Through my story, I want teenagers to understand how horrible this is and should not be normalised even as joke, staying silent on such sensitive matters and not making them feel how this cruel act is actually is more harmful to society

Did I ever write that Taehyung was having fun in those activities? Because that would be called normalizing of rape.

One more thing I’ve noticed is that teenagers casually refer WHORE to certain people they don’t like as insults and even on social where people make a lot of fun of prostitutes belittling them. I don’t like this because sex workers are not like what teenagers or others think.

They aren’t only earning money in impure or disgusting ways. They are fighters, brave individuals who are still holding on to lives where we can’t even imagine ourselves.

Once again, I want to remind you that the story hasn’t ended yet.

Sorry if i triggered anyone's trauma I wish them a happy and safe life ahead

And Thank you so much for giving my work a chance.

Please tell me in comments if I was able to clear my perspective.

(One Week Before Taehyung’s Escape)

Doyun and Taehyung were talking quietly in the dimly lit corner of the brothel when loud shouting broke through the stillness. The sound made their hearts race. They exchanged worried glances and cautiously moved toward the courtyard, where the noise was coming from.

The sight froze them in place. A boy, no older than sixteen, lay on the ground, his thin body battered and bleeding. The guards were beating him ruthlessly, ignoring his cries for mercy. His screams filled the air, sharp and heart-wrenching.

The brothel owner stood nearby, his cold gaze scanning the crowd of male prostitutes who had been forced to gather and watch. They were trembling, their faces pale as they took in the horrifying scene.

“Look closely at this boy!” the owner barked, his voice cruel and commanding. “This fool thought he could escape! Thought he could run from me!”

The guards struck the boy again, this time harder, making his body jerk violently. His cries grew weaker, his strength fading.

“This is what happens if any of you even think about running away,” the owner continued, his tone sharp and merciless. “Once you’re here, you’re mine. No one escapes. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” the prostitutes murmured, their voices shaking with fear.

Suddenly, the guards tore at the boy’s clothes. The others froze in place, realizing the nightmare was about to get even worse. The boy’s sobs echoed as the guards began their vile assault of gangrape.

One of the male in the group couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped forward, his voice trembling. “Please, stop! He’s just a child! Have mercy!”

But mercy had no place in this cruel world. A guard pulled out a dagger and, with one swift motion, severed his neck. The man’s body crumpled to the ground, and his head rolled toward Taehyung’s feet, leaving a trail of blood.