Thorn Year (가시연) (ENG)

(가시연 ) Thorn Lily: Main Story - CHAPTER 6

"He beat me up so nicely..."

There were still two whole days left until the weekend came to an end. He didn't go to work on Saturdays.

Because of the ample amount of free time that I had to myself, I was able to find satisfaction despite the fact that no significant progress had been made tonight.

My craving had been adequately satisfied by his rough, merciless hands. I was content with the bittersweet realization that if he was able to fully recognize that it was Kim Jaejoong that was the reason behind his constantly uneasy mind, that it was enough for me.

I inspected my abused face. A person, slightly bruised, with a split lip stared back at me from the mirror.

I was in good shape considering how much I had been smacked around. I was surprised. He had made it so that despite the fact that the inside of my mouth was a bloody mess, it barely even showed on the outside.

But on the other hand, my lower back and stomach both ached and throbbed. I probably hadn't been able to flex my muscles in time to have adequately blocked out the force of his attacks. I laid down on the bed with much effort.

Pain wracked my body with even the slightest movement.

Ah, I was so happy. Right now, I couldn't even care less if I died in my sleep, dreaming that terrifying dream.

I must have overdid it as I giggled with pure joy, rolling around, while curled into a little ball around the pillow that I'd been using as a substitute for Yunho.

The muscles had gone numb as they cramped up, at the spot that had made contact with the corner of the chair earlier tonight.

I tried quickly massaging my back with my hands, but it didn't seem to do much at all.

I wondered if I should go to the emergency room when morning broke. The pain last so long that I was forced to give the idea some serious thought.

But as I got used to the pain, the thought soon withered away.

I flipped back over to look up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My fatigued body, unable to hold up against the pitch black world of sleep, soon relaxed. Yet, I was trapped in the torturous state, in which the mind was still awake and yet the body, asleep, for almost the next hour. During this time, I was met with dreams filled with my random, idle thoughts. But I wasn't afraid; these kinds of dreams were very familiar to me.

But this only served to prove that I had not yet descended into the full depths of slumber. The events to come in the future brushed past me as did waves, and absorbed into me like the air...

That's why I had thought that the sound of the door opening, as well as that of someone climbing on top of me, were all figments of the imagination created by the idle thoughts running through my head.

"..."

Pushing away my blankets, he shifted his weight on to the bed. Soon, the darkness of a shadow, somehow very different from the suffocating darkness from inside my dreams, spread out over my immobile form. By contrast, it carried the feeling of purity.

The figure made no sound; and my eyes were closed so that I was perfectly blocked out from the outside world.

Yet I did not feel uneasy; the scent approaching me carried an unmistakable familiarity.

I slightly spread my previously closed legs and raised both of my knees in welcome of the strong shadow that climbed on top of my body.

The dark silhouette working its way in between my legs must've been stupefied by my actions. An amused chuckle flowed through my ears.