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It has been a long time since that day. Three whole months went by torturously slowly.

After that traumatic day, Kang Seongjun made sure to not let Yeorin out of his fingers.

When he saw her in school, he pounced on her, declaring her as his possession in front of the entire school, making every student know she was now his girlfriend. It wasn't like a romantic gesture.

No.

This was claiming.

He forced her to agree his offer publicly, bringing all kind of shame into the girl's fragile heart. After that, he started training her. Training her like a maid, creating a version he wanted from her.

Scared, obedient, silent.

No one stepped in. Nobody cared when he would slap her for talking back or when she made a momentary eye contact with another boy so he yanked her hair so harshly it bled.

No, they stayed away because nobody dared to stand up to Kang Seongjun.

The rich kid with an ego so large like the Eiffel tower. Parents rich and entitled just like him, spoiling Seongjun to the core so much he believes everyone is under him.

And a king needs a queen.

So, after Seongjun believed no one was worthy for the title, he decided to create himself a queen by choosing the most vulnerable girl. The one who would break under his hard glare and sink onto her knees for his forgiveness.

That's why he chose Yeorin.

He was aware of her position in hers and Nayeon friendship. She was already in a position where Nayeon acted like an upper class woman, while she served her with calamari on silver plate.

He wanted that. He wanted to be treated like an emperor with his concubine by his side, ready jump at his command.

Three long months fly by and Yeorin transformed into his personal mistress.

She was scared to do anything. She was scared to dress up unapproved by him, she was scared to wear makeup, she was scared to look up from the ground, she was scared to speak, she was scared to breathe too loudly.

And just like that, she was silenced. Some even believed she was mute. They barely heard her speak anymore.

She would follow him around like a puppy, scared to disobey his commands. She would stand by his side and watch as he would beat up boys from her class while he laughed.

She felt suffocated by his presence every time he approached her first thing in the morning.

He had this power to make her feel incredibly small and insecure just with one glance, making her flinch every time.

She hated him, so deeply it felt unreal. She hated his smile, his eyes, his smell, his hands on her, his voice, his obnoxious laugh, his ignorance, his ego, she hated him.

But she couldn't do anything. Because if she did, he would violate her body over and over just to make her slip into submission.

That's what he liked, power over someone smaller and weaker.

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Yeorin felt numb when she entered the classroom in the morning.

As usual, it was loud and chaotic inside of the classroom, boys being boys, laughing at any unfunny joke their friends tell them unnecessarily loudly just to make a point.

She kept her eyes on the ground, knowing if she looks up, Seongjun would punish her.

That's what he usually did. Punish her for something this small.

She quietly sat down in her seat, waiting patiently for the teacher to start the lesson, yet she could feel the burning stare in the side of her head by Seongjun, making her squirm in her seat subconsciously.

Even his stare made her chest tighten with fear.

She dipped her head lower, it was way to show him her acquiescence. She could hear him chuckling victoriously faintly, leading her to let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Just then, she heard a chair scraping against the hard ground, making her heart drop into her stomach. She knew what was going to happen.

He didn't even arrive, yet she was shaking like a leaf. She pleaded, no begged him to not approach her inside of her head but the universe seemed to loathe her.

Her eyes widened in terror when she felt his hot breath against the back of her neck, he inhaled her scent deeply before he groaned out in delight.

"Ahh, I just love how sweet you smell." His deep voice disgusted her more than anything in the world.

She didn't move, because if she did, he would punish her for that too.

His hand slowly came up to her head, his fingers playing with her soft hair at first, he then yanked her head back harshly, making Yeorin gasp out in pain.

"Didn't I tell you to not wear your hair down?" He growled into her ear with a smirk.

"I-I'm so s-sorry." She stuttered out quietly.

"Do not speak unless you're spoken to!" She winced when he roughly let her hair go and scrambled to reach her bag.

She searched for a hair tie but stopped abruptly when she remembered she didn't bring one.

Her breathing started fastening when she realised whet her small mistake had consequences. Her eyes slowly met his, only to see him already holding a tie between his fingers.

"I knew you'd forget it, cupcake." He said softly but his words held so much threat, it made her shrink in her seat, trying to cover back from the attack she was about to take.

He ignored her frightened figure and slammed the hair tie on the table, which let out a loud thud.

"This is the last time I'm going to look past your mistake. Don't make me regret it, do you understand me?" He dropped his smirk and glared hard at her with a dealt look on his eyes.

Yeorin nodded frantically and reached for the tie, only for him to slam his hand on it, blocking her from taking it.

"This was a question." He said lowly. "Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes." She bobbed her head, her bangs hiding her teary eyes.

"Good." He lifted his hand and let her grab the tie.

With trembling hands she took the tie and tied her long dark hair into a low ponytail.

Her eyes glistened with tears, her mouth wobbled, her cheeks were red from humiliation by the time the teacher walked into the class and started the lesson.

But she couldn't listen to him.

Her mind replayed how humiliated and ashamed she felt whenever he treated her like this. Like a slave. It made her want to throw up and cry at the same time.

She hated how he made her question herself. Her security in her body, her self-respect, her self-belief, her everything.

She hated him.