it was my mistake i tried to be independent but it costed me my life my virtue my soul i tried i tried fightning it beating it running away but was i really aware i was walking into something more powerful i thought they would help me , alas ! i was wronged that same moment . my mind had only one thought if i would be sold as prostitute here then its better to die i was still clutching that small little bottle on my hands nearly crushing it . and he took interest on me . he dint just took interest on me he took me as i was his thing his possession his passion the only one whom he listened or maybe cared a little . when i said little it took me years to see that care . because he buy me that night he knows i would rather die drinking that poison then to sold my own body . he knows it all from the start . if he was my distructor , he was my safe place as well . and i was running from that . A junkook dark romance story .
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