009

Y/N

THUD

I slump on cold marble floor- The door shuts behind, leaving me alone-footsteps fading into nothing. I look up.

The first thing I notice- the shiny, pristine marble floor is spotless. It's cold and unyielding- just like this entire situation.

I lift my gaze... And everything in this room screams luxury.

I drag myself up enough, look around the room- disgusting is too kind a word for it all.

Luxury everywhere-silk curtains draping like theater props over windows that probably don't even open; The bed so grand it looks untouched by human hands.Paintings hung like trophies mock every glance with their empty elegance-salt-stung my wounds, it throbs under this cheap fabric still clinging to my skin...

This all wasn't built with love or care.Just money and power.

Each extravagant item looks ugly, twisted reminder of his cruelty-an insult to my shattered life.

The smell of -Jeon- Jeon- clings to everything in this room.My stomach churn- I gag-His awful filthy smell has seeped in the air, carrying his vile presence even when he isn't here.

I drag myself up, clutching the white fabric around me-my bags, trolleys neatly stacked in the corner. My phone.is there- Hope sparks-

I rush-

But, It's broken. Completely destroyed.

I search the drawers- desperately.

My heart races- nothing.

Still- My fingers hover over a hard object - i pull it out, a new phone- it feels so out of place-hesitating for only a second but I grab it.

6553495... no, not that one.

23461784- yes! That's Michael's number.

I press call button.

Beep

Beep

Beep.

My heart hammering, each beep stretches into an eternity-Call ended.

I check the signal... it Full bars "Why-the hell its-"

"It won't work"

I freeze, every cell in my body stops-

I gulp- turn, slowly-

My heart sinks.

He stands there- Naked.

Powerful.

Shameless.

My soul flee through my feet.

He stands there, as if he owns this place-As if he owns me.

He stands a few feet away, nudity full on display- the sight of mockery, and my vulnerability.

I grip the phone tight, the edges digging into my flesh.

He steps forward-

Panic floods, I back up against the wall, nowhere to run, trapped in this suffocating room.

He steps closer-my breath coming in shallow gasps.

He halts.

"It won't work" he standing a foot away, towering me "Not unless it's my number"

Shiver run down my spine.I press myself harder against the wall.

Scent of intoxicating rum, musk, and sweat like poison- overwhelming my senses.

I stand there, look down, grip the phone tight- fingers trembling- He touches my face.

I held my breath.

Fingers tracing down my jaw- Tears burn the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill- Dread gripping.

"You look beautiful like this"- His voice low, drip with mockery "Little lawyer"- He forces my chin up.

I gasp- Meet with his dark, glinting eyes and nasty face. That promise nothing but suffering.

Ruined. Bare under his mercy?Cold fury washes -My blood boils.

Slowly he steps back- His gaze locks on mine, dark , unwavering- demanding my attention. I gulp-

Slowly he spins around- like some twisted dance-every inch of his body baring-without care. Without humiliation.

My insides curl with disgust.

He stops, dark eyes fix on mine- "Look at us, princess" he growls "There's no difference left between you and me now."

Every muscle in my body sets on fire.Dread pooling cold in every vein. I grit my teeth.

His words hang in air like a cruel taunt-forcing me to face the horrifying truth- He sees me on the same level as him?

He steps closer- "You told me you don't work with people like us, huh"

My heart races- he recalls my earlier words.

He pauses, stepping back again- open his arms wide aside- "NOW LOOK! LOOK AT US!"

I gulp-

He Lunges forward- grabbing me roughly "LOOK AT US... WE ARE ON THE SAME LEVEL, NOW" he snarls "WITH SAME FILTH, SAME DIRT"

I look down- tears stream down my face.

"LOOK! LOOK AT US!" He growls,Shaking me against him "WE'RE ON THE SAME LEVEL NOW" Our bodies press together in a sickening embrace.

I struggle- every fiber in my body fighting against this violation. The skin-to-skin contact sickening.

"Ughh- please don't stop."

"Now. You. Feel . What. Your . Worth. Is." He hisses, eyes flash dark- "I own you now, lawyer Y/N."

Shudder runs through me.

No, it can't.

He pushes me back roughly-I gasp- hit the wall. He fumes-

I backing in the corner, holding the white cloth around, like some kind of pathetic shield. It's completely useless against him, I know that now.

He strides back- slow , dangerous.

Takes seat on the edge of the bed.Spread his legs wide like a king on throne. I swallow- His powerful muscles are on display-Every muscle flexes under the tanned skin- ownership written into every line of him-an mockery to my weakened body.

The air heavy, Thick.

He looks at me in the corner.

Eyes dark- intense.

My mouth dry.His breathing heavy, every inch of his skin exposed like a twisted feast- He owns more than just my body now, He owns hope too.

Please death comes to me...

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