{Hae yeon pov}
My wrist hurts so bad that it's getting redder everytime he pulled me. Like my wrist got rubbed with his rubber gloves that made my hand aching so bad.
He pushed me to the wall, making my back banged with the graffiti wall.
It was terrifying.
"Whatever you're going to do, it won't make any difference. " I said again, as tears rolled out to my cheeks.
"Blame yourself. You should have stayed with me. You shouldn't have left me." He said again as he slapped my face hard.
There was no one.
Nobody.
"I'll make you suffer. Just like how you did to me." He punched my stomach like he didn't care who I am.
My gender didn't gave him any embarrassment.
He made sure not to miss a single part of my body.
He kicked my thighs like I was a toy laying around in the garage.
What have I done to deserve this.
He pulled my hair as I started crying for help.
He gushed through water that taste so bad into my throat.
Making me all dizzy and such, I fell. To the ground.
I heard, "Rot there."
"OH NO YOU DIDN'T. " A soul came out of nowhere, as I heard him running towards me, overcoming the monster.
"Back off." Were the last few words before I had my minds off.
