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He got dressed and left.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Silence.

A terrifying, heavy silence swallowed the entire room, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

You didn't move. You couldn't. Your body lay limp against the mattress, trembling beneath the weight of what had just happened. The scent of him still clung to the sheets-musky, warm, intoxicating in the worst way. Between your legs, you still felt him-his possession, his filth. His dominance soaked into your skin like a bruise that wouldn't fade.

Your thighs remained sticky. Your lips swollen. Your heart felt like it had been chained and dragged across glass.

Only when the faint rumble of his car disappeared into the distance did you finally sit up, slowly, limbs shaking, your arms curling tightly around yourself.

And then... you broke.

Hot, helpless sobs tore through your throat as you pressed your hands against your face.

"W-What did he do to me?" you whispered, voice cracking, barely audible. "He touched me like I belonged to him... like I was some toy."

Your chest heaved, your nails digging into your skin.

"Like I was nothing."

But the worst part wasn't what he did.

It was how your body responded.

The way you moaned when he whispered filth in your ear. The way your back arched for him. The way your core pulsed under his fingers like it wanted more.

You hated it.

You hated yourself.

And then... his voice came back. Loud. Deep. So clear it was like he was still standing beside you.

"I'm going to fuck you in every corner of this house, kitten. I'm going to own every inch of your body until you forget who you were before me."

You gasped, flinching violently, hands flying up to your ears.

"No-no, shut up," you cried. "Get out of my head."

You stood up in a panic, nearly tripping over your own feet. The room spun, and your breath caught in your throat. Your hands clawed at the dresser, yanking open drawers, grabbing whatever your fingers touched.

"I have to leave. I have to get out of here before he breaks me into something I won't recognize in the mirror."

You shoved clothes into a small bag, not caring what you packed-only caring that you ran. That you escaped before he returned.

But you didn't know the devil had already marked you.

You didn't know he could smell fear.

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Outside...

The early sun hadn't even warmed the ground yet, but your body was already burning. Every step you took toward the main gate felt like dragging your soul through hell.

Jake, the head guard, looked up from his post. His brows furrowed when he saw the bag in your hands.

"Miss YN?" he asked, stepping forward. "Where are you heading this early?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady.

"To... my grandmother's house. Just for a few days," you lied. "I already informed Mr. Kim. He... approved it."